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Tammurriata nera

Io nun capisco, ê vvote, che succede...
E chello ca se vede,
Nun se crede! nun se crede!
E′ nato nu criaturo niro, niro...
E 'a mamma ′o chiamma Giro,
Sissignore, 'o chiamma Giro...
Séh! gira e vota, séh...
Séh! vota e gira, séh...
Ca tu 'o chiamme Ciccio o ′Ntuono,
Ca tu ′o chiamme Peppe o Giro,
Chillo, o fatto, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm'a che!...
′O contano 'e ccummare chist′affare:
"Sti fatte nun só' rare,
Se ne contano a migliara!
A ′e vvote basta sulo na guardata,
E 'a femmena è restata,
Sott"a botta, 'mpressiunata..."
Séh! na guardata, séh...
Séh! na ′mpressione, séh...
Va′ truvanno mo chi è stato
Ch'ha cugliuto buono ′o tiro:
Chillo, 'o fatto, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm′a che!...
Ha ditto 'o parulano: "Embè parlammo,
Pecché, si raggiunammo,
Chistu fatto nce ′o spiegammo!
Addó' pastíne 'o ggrano, ′o ggrano cresce...
Riesce o nun riesce,
Sempe è grano chello ch′esce!"
Mé', dillo a mamma, mé′...
Mé', dillo pure a me...
Ca tu ′o chiamme Ciccio o 'Ntuono,
Ca tu ′o chiamme Peppe o Giro,
Chillo...'o ninno, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm'a che!...

Black Tammurriata

I really don't understand at times what's going on...
And what is seen,
Is unbelievable! Unbelievable!
A little black child was born, black, black...
And his mother calls him Giro,
You got that right! She calls him Giro...
Yes! Twist and turn, yes...
Yes! Turn and twist, yes...
You can call him Chubby or Anthony,
You can call him Joe or Giro,
Anyway you do it, he's black, black,
Black, black like that!...
The neighbors tell this story:
"These things aren't so unusual,
You hear hundreds of them!
Sometimes all it takes is just a look,
And the guy's sperm does the rest,
Knocking her up in an instant..."
Yes! Just one look, yes...
Yes! An instant impression, yes...
Now go find the guy who did it
Who got off a good shot:
Anyway you do it, he's black, black,
Black, black like that!...
The priest said: "Let's talk about it,
Because, if we can figure it out,
We can explain this thing to ourselves!
Where you sow wheat, wheat will grow...
Whether it succeeds or not,
It's always wheat that comes up!"
My dear, tell his mother, my dear...
My dear, tell me too...
You can call him Chubby or Anthony,
You can call him Joe or Giro,
He's a little baby, black, black,
Black, black like that!...