Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - Fravecatura

Fravecatura

All'acqua e a 'o sole fràveca
Cu na cucchiara 'mmano
Pe' ll' aria 'ncopp' a n'anneto
Fore a nu quinto piano

Nu pede miso fauzo
Nu movimento stuorto
E fa nu volo 'e l'angelo:
Primma c'arriva, è muorto

Nu strillo; e po' n'accorrere
Gente e fravecature
-Risciata ancora... È Ruoppolo!
Tene ddoie criature!

L'aizano e s' 'o portano
Cu na carretta a mano
Se move ancora ll' anneto
Fore d' 'o quinto piano

E passa stu sparpetuo
Cchiù d'uno corre appriesso;
E n'ato, 'ncopp'a n'anneto
Canta e fatica 'o stesso

'Nterra, na pala 'e cavece
Cummoglia a macchia 'e sango
E ' sghizze se scereano
Cu 'e scarpe sporche 'e fango

Quanno o spitale arrivano
'A folla è trattenuta
E chi sape 'a disgrazia
Racconta comm'è gghiuta

E attuorno, tutt' 'o popolo:
-Madonna! — Avite visto?
-D' 'o quinto piano — 'E Virgine!
-E comme, Giesucristo...?!

E po' accumpare pallido
Chillo c' ha accumpagnato:
E, primma ca ce 'o spiano
Fa segno ca è spirato

Cu 'o friddo dint'a ll'anema
'A folla s'alluntana
'E lume gia s'appicciano
'A via se fa stramano

E a' casa, po', 'e mannibbele
Muorte, poveri figlie
Mentre magnano, a tavola
Ce 'o diceno a 'e famiglie

'E mamme 'e figlie abbracciano
Nu sposo abbraccia 'a sposa...
E na mugliera trepida
Aspetta, e nn' arreposa

S'appenne 'a copp'a ll'asteco
Sente 'o rilorgio: 'e nnove!
Se dice nu rusario...
Aspetta e nun se move

L'acqua p' 'o troppo vòllere
S'è strutta int' 'a tiena
'O ffuoco è fatto cènnere
Se sente na campana

E 'e ppiccerelle chiagnano
Pecchè vonno magnà':
-Mamma, mettiamo 'a tavula!
-Si nun vene papà?

'A porta! Tuzzuleano:
-Foss'isso? — E va 'arapi'
-Chi site? — 'O capo d'opera
Ruoppolo abita qui?

-Gnorsì, quacche disgrazia?
Io veco tanta gente...
-Calmateve, vestiteve...
-Madonna! — E' cosa 'e niente

E sciuliato 'a l'anneto
D"o primmo piano. — Uh, Dio!
E sta o spitale? — È logico
-Uh, Pascalino mio!

'E ddoie criature sbarrano
Ll'uocchie senza capì
'A mamma, disperannose
Nu lamp a se visti'

'E cchiude 'a dinto; e scenneno
Pe' grade cu 'e cerine
-Donna Rache'! – Maritemo
Che ssà, sta è Pellerine

E' sciuliato 'a ll'anneto
-Si, d' 'o sicondo piano
E via facendo st'anneto
Ca saglie chiano chiano

-Diciteme, spiegateme
-Curaggio. — È muorto?! — È muorto!
D' 'o quinto piano. 'All'anneto
Nu pede miso stuorto

P' 'o schianto, senza chiagnere
S'abbatte e perde 'e senze
È Dio ca vo na pausa
A tutte 'e sofferenze

E quanno a' casa 'a portano
Trovano e ppìccerelle
'Nterra, addurmute
E luceno 'nfaccia ddoie lagremelle

Scaffolding Accident

In the water and sun, he works on the scaffolding,
With a trowel in his hand.
High in the air, on a plank,
Outside a fifth-floor window.

One foot placed wrong,
A sudden, awkward movement,
And he takes an angel's flight:
Before he lands, he's dead.

A scream; then a rush,
People and fellow workers.
-He's still breathing... It's Ruoppolo!
He has two little ones!

They lift him and carry him away,
On a handcart.
The plank still moves,
Outside the fifth-floor window.

And this stretcher passes by,
More than one runs after it;
And another, on a plank,
Sings and works just the same.

On the ground, a shovelful of dirt
Covers a stain of blood.
And the urchins scatter,
With their shoes dirty with mud.

When they arrive at the hospital,
The crowd is held back.
And whoever knows the tragedy,
Tells how it happened.

And all around, the people:
-Madonna! — Did you see?
-From the fifth floor — The Virgin!
-And how, Jesus Christ...?!

And then appears pale,
The one who accompanied him:
And, before they question him,
He signals that he has passed.

With a chill in their souls,
The crowd disperses.
The lights are already lit,
The street becomes deserted.

And at home, then, the little ones,
Poor, orphaned children,
While they eat at the table,
They tell their families.

Mothers embrace their children,
A husband embraces his wife...
And a wife trembles,
Waits, and finds no rest.

She hangs on the windowsill,
Hears the clock: nine o'clock!
She says a rosary...
Waits and doesn't move.

The water, from too much wanting,
Has dried up in the pot.
The fire has turned to ash,
A bell is heard.

And the little ones cry,
Because they want to eat:
-Mama, let's set the table!
-What if daddy doesn't come?

The door! They knock:
-Could it be him? — Go open it.
-Who are you? — The foreman.
Does Ruoppolo live here?

-Yes, sir, some accident?
I see so many people...
-Calm down, get dressed...
-Madonna! — It's nothing serious.

He slipped off the scaffolding.
-From the first floor. — Oh, God!
And is he at the hospital? — Of course.
-Oh, my Pascalino!

The two little ones open wide,
Their eyes without understanding.
The mother, desperate,
Sees a light.

She closes them inside; and they go down,
By the stairs with the candles.
-Donna Rache'! – Your husband.
Who knows, this might be Pellerine.

He slipped off the scaffolding.
-Yes, from the second floor.
And so on, this scaffolding,
That rises slowly slowly.

-Tell me, explain to me.
-Courage. — Is he dead?! — He's dead!
From the fifth floor. On the scaffolding.
One foot placed wrong.

From the shock, without crying,
She collapses and loses consciousness.
It's God who wants a pause,
To all suffering.

And when they bring her home,
They find the little ones,
Asleep on the floor,
And two tears shine on their faces.