Paroles et traduction Mario Merola - Zappatore

Zappatore

Felicissima sera
A tutte 'sti signure 'ncravattate
E a chesta cummitiva accussi allera
D'uommene scicche e femmene pittate
Chesta è 'na festa 'e ballo
Tutte cu 'e fracchisciasse 'sti signure
E' i' ca so' sciso 'a coppa sciaraballo
Senza cerca' o permesso abballo i' pure
Chi so che ve ne 'mporta
Aggio araputa 'a porta
E so' trasuto cca'
Musica musicante
Fatevi mordo onore
Stasera miezo a st'uommene aligante
Abballa un contadino zappatore
No signore avvocato
Sentite a me nu ve mettite scuorno
Io pe' ve fa' signore aggio zappato
E sto' zappanno ancora notte e ghiuorno
E so' duje anne duje
Ca nun scrive nu rigo a casa mia
Vossignuria se mette scuorno 'e nuje
Pur'i mme metto scuorno 'e 'ossignuria
Chi so' dillo a 'sta gente
Ca i' songo nu parente
Ca nun 'o puo' caccia'
Musica musicante
Ca è bella ll'alleria
I' mo ve cerco scusa a tuttuquante
Si abballo e chiagno dint' 'a casa mia
Mamma toja se ne more
O ssaje ca mamma toja more e te chiamma
Meglio si te 'mparave zappatore
Ca o zappatore nun s"a scorda 'a mamma
Te chiamma ancora "gioia"
E arravugliata dint' 'o scialle niro
Dice "mo torno core 'e mamma soia
Se venne a piglia ll'urdemo suspiro"
Chi so vuje mme guardate
So' 'o pate i' songo 'o pate
E nun mme po' caccia'
So' nu faticatore
E magno pane e pane
Si zappo 'a terra chesto te fa onore
Addenocchiate e vaseme 'sti mmane.

Zappatore

Felicitous evening
To all those gentlemen in bow ties
And this certainly cheerful company
Of dashing men and painted ladies
This is a dance party
All these gentlemen with their fancy clothes
And I came down from up on the hill
I don't need permission, I'll dance too
I know you don't care
I opened the door
And I entered here
Music, musicians
Please do me the honor
Tonight, among these elegant gentlemen
Dances a hoeing peasant
No, Mr. Lawyer
Listen to me, don't be embarrassed
I hoed so I could make you a gentleman
And I still hoe day and night
And it's been two years
Since I last wrote home
You're embarrassed by us
Well, I'm embarrassed by you
Tell me, who are these people
I'm a relative
You can't kick me out
Music, musicians
This joy is beautiful
Now I apologize to everyone
If I dance and cry in my own house
Your mother is dying
You know your mother is dying and she's calling for you
It would be better if you learned to hoe
Because a hoeing man never forgets his mother
She still calls you "my joy"
And wrapped in her black shawl
She says, "I'll be back soon, the heart of my mother"
If she comes to take her last breath
Why are you looking at me
I'm the father, I'm the father
And you can't kick me out
I'm a hard worker
And I eat bread and bread
If I hoe the land, that's an honor
Kneel down and kiss these hands.