Paroles et traduction Roberto Murolo - Lo Guarracino - Remastered

Lo Guarracino - Remastered

Lo Guarracino che jéva pe mare
Le venne voglia de se 'nzorare
Se facette nu bello vestito
De scarde de spine pulito pulito
Cu na parrucca tutta 'ngrifata
De ziarèlle 'mbrasciolata
Co lo sciabò, scolla e puzine
De ponte angrese fine fine
Cu li cazune de rezze de funno
Scarpe e cazette de pelle de tunno
E sciammeria e sciammereino
D'aleche e pile de voje marino
Co buttune e bottunera
D'uocchie de purpe, secce e fera
Fibbia, spata e sciocche 'ndorate
De niro de secce e fele d'achiate
Doje belle cateniglie
De premmone de conchiglie
No cappiello aggallonato
De codarino d'aluzzo salato,
Tutto pòsema e steratiello
Jeva facenno lo sbafantiello
E gerava da ccà e da llà
La 'nnammorata pe se trovà!
La Sardella a lo barcone
Steva sonanno lo calascione
E a suono de trommetta
Leva cantanno st'arietta:
"E llarè lo mare e lena"
"E la figlia da sià Lena"
"Ha lasciato lo nnamorato"
"Pecché niente l'ha rialato"
Lo Guarracino 'nche la guardaje
De la Sardella se 'nnamoraje
Se ne jette da na Vavosa
La cchiù vecchia maleziosa
L'ebbe bona rialata
Pe mannarle la mmasciata
La Vavosa pisse pisse
Chiatto e tunno nce lo disse
La Sardella 'nch'a sentette
Rossa rossa se facette
Pe lo scuorno che se pigliaje
Sotto a no scuoglio se 'mpizzaje
Ma la vecchia de la Vavosa
Subbeto disse: "Ah schefenzosa!"
"De sta manera non truove partito"
"'Ncanna te resta lo marito"
"Se aje voglia de t'allocà"
"Tanta smorfie non aje da fa'"
"Fora le zeze e fora lo scuorno"
"Anema e core e faccia de cuorno"
Ciò sentenno la sié Sardella
S'affacciaje a la fenestrella
Fece n'uocchio a zennariello
A lo speruto 'nnammoratiello
Ma la patella che steva de posta
La chiammaje faccia tosta
Tradetora, sbrevognata
Senza parola, male nata
Ch'avea 'nchiantato l'Alletterato
Primmo e antico 'nnamorato
De carrera da chisto jette
E ogne cosa 'lle dicette
Quanno lo 'ntise lo poveriello
Se lo pigliaje Farfariello
Jette a la casa e s'armaje e rasulo
Se carrecaje comm'a no mulo
De scoppette e de spingarde
Povere, palle, stoppa e scarde
Quattro pistole e tre bajonette
Dint'a la sacca se mettette
'Ncopp'a li spalle sittanta pistune
Ottanta mbomme e novanta cannune
E comm'a guappo Pallarino
Jeva trovanno lo Guarracino
La disgrazia a chisto portaje
Che mmiezo a la chiazza te lo 'ncontraje:
Se l'afferra p' 'o crovattino
E po lle dice: "Ah malandrino!"
"Tu me lieve la 'nnammorata"
"E pigliatella sta mazziata"
Tuffete e taffete a meliune
Le deva pàccare e secuzzune
Schiaffe, ponie e perepesse
Scoppolune, fecozze e conesse
Scerevecchiune e sicutennosse
E ll'ammacca osse e pilosse
Venimmoncenne ch'a lo rommore
Pariente e amice ascettero fore
Chi co mazze, cortielle e cortelle
Chi co spate, spatune e spatelle
Chiste co barre e chille co spite
Chi co ammennole e chi co antrite
Chi co tenaglie e chi co martielle
Chi co torrone e sosamielle
Patre, figlie, marite e mogliere
S'azzuffajeno comm'a fere
A meliune correvano a strisce
De sto partito e de chillo li pisce
Che bediste de sarde e d'alose!
De palaje e raje petrose!
Sarache, dientece ed achiate
Scurme, tunne e alletterate!
Pisce palumme e pescatrice
Scuorfene, cernie e alice
Mucchie, ricciole, musdee e mazzune
Stelle, aluzze e storiune
Merluzze, ruongole e murene
Capodoglie, orche e vallene
Capitune, auglie e arenghe
Ciefere, cuocce, tracene e tenche
Treglie, tremmole, trotte e tunne
Fiche, cepolle, laune e retunne
Purpe, secce e calamare
Pisce spate e stelle de mare
0isce palumme e pisce martielle
Voccadoro e cecenielle
Capochiuove e guarracine
Cannolicchie, ostreche e ancine
Vongole, cocciole e patelle
Pisce cane e grancetielle
Marvizze, marmure e vavose
Vope prene, vedove e spose
Spinole, spuonole, sierpe e sarpe
Scauze, nzuoccole e co le scarpe
Sconciglie, gammere e ragoste
Vennero nfino co le poste
Capitune, saure e anguille
Pisce gruosse e piccerille
D'ogni ceto e nazione
Tantille, tante, cchiu tante e tantone!
Quanta botte, mamma mia!
Che se devano, arrassosia!
A centenare le barrate!
A meliune le petrate!
Muorze e pizzeche a beliune!
A delluvio li secozzune!
Non ve dico che bivo fuoco
Se faceva per ogne luoco!
Ttè, ttè, ttè, ccà pistulate!
Ttà, ttà, ttà, ccà scoppettate!
Ttù, ttù, ttù, ccà li pistune!
Bu, bu, bu, llà li cannune!
Ma de cantà so già stracquato
E me manca mo lo sciato
Sicché dateme licienzia
Graziosa e bella audenzia
Nfi che sorchio na meza de seje
Co ssalute de luje e de leje
Ca se secca lo cannarone
Sbacantànnose lo premmóne

The Guarracino - Remastered

The Guarracino, sailing the seas,
Felt the desire to take a wife,
He made himself a handsome suit,
Of fish bones, clean and bright.
With a wig, all tangled up,
Made of seaweed, tightly bound,
With his sword, collar, and buttons,
Of the finest English bridge.
With trousers of tuna net,
Shoes and socks of tuna skin,
And a jacket and waistcoat,
Of anchovies and piles of sea snails.
With buttons and buttonholes,
Of dried and fierce octopus eyes,
Buckle, sword, and gilded scabbard,
Of cuttlefish ink and eel bile,
Two beautiful little chains,
Of the edges of seashells,
A hat adorned,
With the tail of a salted shad,
All poised and swaggering,
He went about showing off,
And searched here and there,
To find himself a sweetheart!
The Sardine on her balcony,
Was playing the calascione,
And to the sound of a trumpet,
Sang this little tune:
"The sea roars and sighs,"
"And the daughter of Aunt Lena,"
"Has left her lover,"
"Because he gave her nothing."
The Guarracino looked at her,
And fell in love with the Sardine,
He went to a Vavosa,
The oldest and most cunning,
He gave her a good reward,
To send her a message.
The Vavosa, whispering,
Told her quietly and discreetly,
The Sardine, upon hearing it,
Turned red with anger,
From the resentment she felt,
She hid under a rock.
But the old Vavosa,
Immediately said: "Oh, you silly girl!"
"This way you won't find a husband,"
"You'll remain a spinster,"
"If you want to get married,"
"You shouldn't make such faces."
"Put away your pride and anger,"
"Show your heart and soul, and be sincere."
Hearing this, the Sardine,
Appeared at her little window,
She winked playfully,
At the skinny little lover,
But the Limpet, who was watching,
Called her shameless,
A traitor, a hussy,
A woman of loose morals, ill-bred,
Who had jilted the Alletterato,
Her first and former lover,
She ran to him,
And told him everything.
When the poor fellow heard it,
He was overcome with anger,
He went home and armed himself to the teeth,
He loaded himself like a mule,
With rifles and shotguns,
Powder, bullets, wads, and flints,
Four pistols and three bayonets,
He put in his bag,
On his shoulders, seventy blunderbusses,
Eighty bombs and ninety cannons,
And like a valiant warrior,
He went to find the Guarracino.
Misfortune brought him,
Right to the middle of the square where he met him:
He grabbed him by the collar,
And then said: "Ah, you scoundrel!"
"You stole my beloved,"
"And now take this beating!"
Punches and slaps by the millions,
He gave him kicks and shoves,
Slams, punches, and headbutts,
Kicks to the shins, pinches, and scratches,
Hair pulling and ear twisting,
And he bruised his bones and skin.
Hearing the commotion,
Relatives and friends came out,
Some with clubs, sticks, and knives,
Others with swords, sabers, and rapiers,
These with bars and those with spits,
Some with almonds and others with anchovies,
Some with tongs and others with hammers,
Some with nougat and sesame seeds,
Fathers, daughters, husbands, and wives,
They fought like wild beasts,
Millions of them ran in stripes,
The fish of this party and that,
What a sight of sardines and anchovies!
Of stingrays and thornback rays!
Sardines, dentex, and eels,
Scorpionfish, tuna, and leerfish!
John Dory, anglerfish, and monkfish,
Scorpionfish, groupers, and anchovies,
Mullets, wrasse, mussels, and mackerels,
Starfish, shad, and sturgeons,
Hake, clams, and moray eels,
Sperm whales, orcas, and whales,
Eels, bogues, and herrings,
Gurnards, gudgeons, picarels, and tench,
Mullets, tremolos, trout, and tuna,
Sea figs, octopus, moonfish, and wreckfish,
Octopus, cuttlefish, and squid,
Swordfish and starfish,
John Dory and hammerhead sharks,
Salema porgy and picarels,
Umbrellafish and wrasses,
Mantis shrimp, oysters, and anchovies,
Clams, cockles, and limpets,
Dogfish and small crabs,
Sea bream, gilt-head bream, and vavosas,
Sea foxes, pregnant, widows, and wives,
Spiny lobsters, shrimps, snakes, and serpents,
Barefoot, in slippers, and with shoes,
Conch shells, lobsters, and crabs,
They even came with the mail,
Eels, horse mackerel, and conger eels,
Big and small fish,
Of every kind and nation,
So many, many, more, and even more!
So many blows, my goodness!
That they gave each other, oh my!
Blows with sticks by the hundreds!
Stoning by the millions!
Bites and pinches by the billions!
Shaking like a deluge!
I won't tell you about the spitting fire,
That was happening everywhere!
Bang, bang, bang, here are the pistol shots!
Boom, boom, boom, there are the rifle shots!
Thud, thud, thud, here are the blunderbusses!
Boom, boom, boom, there are the cannons!
But I'm already tired of singing,
And I'm running out of breath,
So please excuse me,
Gracious and beautiful audience,
While I drink half a liter of wine,
With greetings to you and yours,
Because the windpipe is drying up,
Straining the lungs.