Paroles et traduction Giorgio Gaber - La Balilla

La Balilla

Mi g′avevi una bella Balilla,
Fuderata de pel d'anguila;
Ve cunti la storia de cume l′e' andada,
In tri minut me l'han dislenguata.

Prima ve disi el meste′ che fu mi′,
Inisi i des ur e finisi a mess di';
Vendi la soda, lisciva e saun,
E de dane′ ne fu su a muntun.

Giri la baia cul motofurgun,
Cun la candegina, paieta e pantun;
Fu una pignata de card de mila,
Me salt'in del cu de cumpra′ la Balilla.

Porto la machina sota la porta,
Me graten subit la roda de scorta;
La sposti un cicin la porti in via Larga,
Passa un quei d'un che me grata la targa.

Peu passen i tedesch tislifen tislofen,
Van su la vetura me mangen el cofen;
Ciami i ingles per casciai via,
Me passen tuta la caruseria.

Passa un fiulin, bel, ma senza i dentin
El me disvida tutt i lampadin;
El me fradellastr quel mala′ de dabiet,
El fa finta de nient e me mangia el magnete;

A visitam ven fora el dutur,
Che el me mangia el radiatur,
Per rispet alla sciensa ghe disi na'got,
E lu' per dispet porta via anca el cruscot.

Ma te disi mi′ l′è roba de mat,
Me par 'na Balilla de ciculatt.
A vu in questura per denuncia′ i dann,
Quan turni in dre' ghe′ pu' i pedan.

El me′ purtinar che porta i uciai,
El salta in vettura a mangiam i fanai;
E la so' mie' si′ quela latrina,
La ma bevu′ fora tuta la bensina.

Peu me ne cumbinen de tuti i culur,
A trovi pu' nanca un toc de mutur,
Una bruta facia de delinquent,
El me mangia el tubo de scapament.

A Vu per caso a truva′ la me' surela,
Ghe trovi in ca′ un pistun e una biella,
Resta in terra tri tuchei,
Passa e spasin porta via anca quei.

La Balilla

You got me a beautiful Balilla,
Covered in eel skin;
Let me tell you how it went down,
In three minutes they destroyed it.

First I'll tell you about the trade I had,
I started at ten in the morning and finished at noon;
I sold soda, lye, and soap,
And I made a lot of money.

I drove around the bay in my van,
With bleach, paint, and pans;
It was a pot of gold worth a thousand,
I jumped at the chance to buy the Balilla.

I parked the car under the door,
They immediately scratched the spare tire;
I moved it a little and parked it on Via Larga,
A guy passed by and scratched the license plate.

Then the Germans passed by, making noise,
They got in the car and stole the hood;
I called the British to chase them away,
They passed me all the bodywork.

A kid passed by, beautiful, but without teeth,
He stole all my light bulbs;
My stepbrother, that sneaky devil,
Pretended not to notice and stole the magnet;

The doctor came out to visit,
And he stole the radiator,
Out of respect for science, I didn't say anything,
And he spitefully took the dashboard too.

But I tell you, it's crazy,
It looks like a chocolate Balilla.
I went to the police station to report the damage,
When I got back, the pedals were gone.

My doorman who brings in the glasses,
Jumped in the car and stole the headlights;
And my wife, that old hag,
She drank all the gasoline out of it.

Then I got into all sorts of trouble,
I couldn't even find a piece of the engine,
A nasty-looking crook,
He stole the exhaust pipe.

To my sister's house, I went,
I found a piston and a connecting rod in her house,
There were three pieces left on the ground,
A passerby came and took those too.