Paroles et traduction I Vianella - La festa del Cristo Re

La festa del Cristo Re

Cantano, sonano sotto casa mia
E l'usanza quando c'e',
La festa der cristo re.

Giocano, corono senza sta' a penza',
Che da mezzanotte 'n poi
La luce se spegnera'.
Bevono, bevono, eccoli la'.

S'e' 'mbriacata la citta',
Nun solo er quartiere mio.
Spendono, pagheno senza fiata',
Chi ce crederebbe mai
Si nun li vedessi io.

Noi pero' stamo qua,
Che scennemo a fa',
Si de beve nun ce va
E manco de festeggia'.

Semo noi, solo noi l'unici de qui
Che nun se so detti mai
"Annamose' a diverti'".

Stamo sur barcone a guarda' giu'
Come fanno l'artri a vive mejo de noi.
Pregano, pregano le vecchie pie,
Se dira' 'n rosario in piu'
Nell'angoli delle vie.

Pregano, pregano pure pe' chi
Nun c'ha tempo de prega'
O nun ha pregato mai.

Noi continuamo a sbadija',
Forse è mejo chiude la finestra e rientra'.
L'allegria, l'allegria sta nella via,
S'allontana sempre piu'
Dar giro de casa mia.

L'allegria, l'allegria ritornera',
Illudemose de si, sinno' che campamo a fa'?

Feast of Christ the King

They sing and play beneath my house,
And so they do when there is
The feast of Christ the King.

They play, they dance without a care,
For after midnight
The lights will go out.
They drink, they drink, here they come.

The city is drunk,
Not just my neighborhood.
They spend, they pay without end,
Who would believe it
If they didn't see it with their own eyes.

But we're here,
What are we going to do,
If we can't drink
And not even celebrate.

Only we, only we are the ones here
Who have never said to ourselves
"Let's go have some fun."

We're on the balcony looking down
At how others know how to live better than us.
They pray, the devout old women pray,
They'll say another rosary
In the corners of the streets.

They pray, they pray even for those
Who don't have time to pray
Or have never prayed.

We keep yawning,
Maybe it's better to close the window and go back inside.
The joy, the joy is in the street,
It keeps getting further away
From around my house.

The joy, the joy will return,
Let's pretend it will, otherwise what are we living for?