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Tammurriata alli uno...alli uno

Alli uno alli uno
′A tre ghiuorne stò diuno,
Alli duie alli duie
Meglio a te ca a uno 'e nuie,
Alli tre alli tre
Vienetenne ′mbraccio a me,
Alli quatto alli quatto
Mò t"o dongo e mò t"o schiatto,
Alli cinche alli cinche
Trasatenne 'a part"e dinto,
Alli sei alli sei
Datemelle 'e robbe meie
Alli sette alli sette
′O tuppo ′e mammeta 'int"o vasetto,
Alli otto alli otto
Baccalà cu ′a carna cotta.
'Nu juorno me jucaie palle e pallucce,
Rint′a 'nu vecariello stritto e lungo.
S′affaccia 'a signurella a lu palazzo
"Chi ha fatto 'o meglio sei ca saglie ′ncoppa".
Sagliette′ncoppa e la porta abbarrata,
E arreto pe' sepponta ′na pagliuta.
'Ncoppa ce steva ′na nenna cuccata,
Ué ué cuscin"e seta manto 'e velluto.
A tiempo a tiempo ce sagliette ′o frato
"Tu faccia reggialluta che ffaie lloco"?
"Soreta m'ha chiammato e io aggio venuto,
Soreta è 'na vaiassa e tu curnuto"...
Quanto sì bella dammene ′nu poco
Uh chello ca tiene è bello
′O tricchitracco 'int"a vunnella...
Uh chello ca tiene aréa
′O cavero 'nfoca ′a penta mea
Tu t'arrefrische io m′arrecreo
'O campanaro scampanea,
E Mariagrazia pure se recréa...
E se recréa a ll'uno
Tu te gratte a me me prure
è meglio a te ca a uno ′e nuie
E ′ncopp"a prevula pure 'o tiene l′uva,
E nce 'o tiene a bbia a bbia
Fosse festa ogni matina,
Si tenesse che magna′
Io nun vulesse fatica',
Chi tene ′a figlia e nun m"a dà'
Uh se pozza 'nfraceta′
Comm′a 'na scella ′e baccalà...
Uie e baccalà e ll'uno
Tu te gratte a me me prure
è meglio a te ca a uno e nuie
Stammo cavere tutt′e dduie...
Chello ca tiene tu tengo io pure
E nce 'o tengo io pure ′a jaccio
E quann"a veco me nce abbraccio
E vide che suonne m'aggia fa',
Ih che suonno me nce faccio
C"o per′a laccio...
Uh io aggio saputo ca ddoie sore site,
E mai rint′a unu letto ve cuccate.
Io voglio durmire 'na notte cu voi
E quanno durmite è bello
′O tricchitracco 'int"a vunnella
′O masculillo e 'a femmenella
E viene ′a ccà quanto sì bella,
E quanno durmite che penziero fate.
Faccio 'o penziero ca dormo cu vuie
E m'avoto e giro aréa
′O cavero ′nfoca 'a penta mea
E m′avoto e giro e nun te veco maie...
'Ncopp"o pont"e Matalune
Llà nce stanno lampiune
′E lampiune 'e llampetelle
′O tricchitracco'int"a vunnella
'O piglio ′mmano ′o poso 'nterra
′O faccio fà Pulecenella...

Tammurriata at One...at One

At one, at one
For three days I've been alone,
At two, at two
Better you than one of us,
At three, at three
Come into my arms,
At four, at four
Now I give you and now I take away,
At five, at five
Come inside,
At six, at six
Give me my things
At seven, at seven
Mother's bun in a jar,
At eight, at eight
Cod with cooked meat.
One day I played with balls and little balls,
In a narrow and long alley.
The lady looks out from the palace
"Whoever did the best can come up".
I went up and the door was barred,
And behind a straw mat.
Above there was a sleeping girl,
Oh oh silk cushions velvet cloak.
From time to time her brother came up
"You with the flushed face, what are you doing here"?
"Sister called me and I came,
"Sister is a scoundrel and you are a cuckold"...
How beautiful you are, give me a little
Oh what you have is beautiful
The rattle in the bag...
Oh what you have is cool
The goat lights my fire
You cool down, I enjoy myself
The bell ringer rings the bells,
And Mariagrazia also enjoys herself...
And enjoys herself at one
You scratch, I itch
It's better you than one of us
And on the plum tree it also has grapes,
And it has them in abundance
If it were a party every morning,
If you had what to eat
I wouldn't want to work,
Whoever has a daughter and doesn't give her to me
Oh may they crumble
Like a slice of cod...
Oh and cod at one
You scratch, I itch
It's better you than one of us
We are both goats...
What you have, I have too
And I have it with pleasure
And when I see it, I hug it
And see what dreams I have to have,
Oh what dreams I have
With the pear lace...
Oh I heard that you are two sisters,
And you never sleep in the same bed.
I want to sleep one night with you
And when you sleep it's beautiful
The rattle in the bag
The little boy and the little girl
And come here how beautiful you are,
And when you sleep what thoughts do you have.
I think I'm sleeping with you
And I turn and turn around
The goat lights my fire
And I turn and turn and I never see you again...
On the Matalune bridge
There are lamps there
Lamps of fireflies
The rattle in the bag
I take it in my hand, I put it on the ground
I make it do Pulcinella...