Paroles et traduction Roberto Murolo - Lo Guarracino

Lo Guarracino

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 Handsome Goby

The handsome goby who swam through the sea
Had the desire to get married
He made himself a beautiful suit
Of fish bones, clean and neat
With a wig all ruffled
Made of sea snails entwined
With a sword, glue and feathers
Of the finest English bridge
With trousers of seaweed lace
Shoes and socks of tuna skin
And a jacket and a small jacket
Of anchovies and sea urchin spines
With buttons and buttonholes
Of dried and fierce octopus eyes
Buckle, sword and gilded tassels
Of cuttlefish ink and eel gall
Two beautiful little chains
Of shrimp from the shells
A hat adorned
With a salted shad tail,
All perfumed and elegant
He went around showing off
And he searched here and there
To find a sweetheart for himself!
The sardine at the balcony
Was playing the bagpipes
And to the sound of a trumpet
She sang this little song:
"The sea roars and blows"
"And the daughter of Aunt Lena"
"Has left her lover"
"Because he gave her nothing"
The goby, looking at her,
Fell in love with the sardine
He went to a mussel
The oldest and most cunning
He had a good gift for her
To send her the message
The mussel, whispering,
Told the tuna about it
When the sardine heard it
She turned red as a beet
Because of the anger she felt
She hid under a rock
But the old mussel
Immediately said: "Ah, shameless one!"
"This way you won't find a match"
"You'll be left without a husband"
"If you want to get married"
"You shouldn't make so many faces"
"Get rid of your airs and your anger"
"Soul and heart and a face of stone"
Hearing this, the sardine
Showed herself at the little window
She made a sly look
At the skinny little lover
But the limpet, who was watching,
Called her shameless
Traitor, brazen
Without a word, ill-born
Who had dumped the Smelt
Her first and old lover
She ran to him
And told him everything
When the poor little guy heard it
He was possessed by the devil
He went home, armed himself and shaved
He loaded himself up like a mule
With rifles and shotguns
Gunpowder, balls, wads and cards
Four pistols and three bayonets
He put in his bag
On his shoulders, seventy pistons
Eighty bombs and ninety cannons
And like a tough guy, Pallarino
He went looking for the goby
Bad luck brought him
Right in the middle of the square he met him:
He grabbed him by the tie
And then he said to him: "Ah, scoundrel!"
"You're taking my sweetheart away"
"And take this beating"
Punches and slaps by the millions
He gave him kicks and shakes
Slams, punches and headbutts
Head bops, fig signs and rude gestures
Neck twists and hair pulls
And he crushed his bones and hair
Hearing the commotion
Relatives and friends rushed out
Some with sticks, clubs and knives
Some with swords, big swords and small swords
These with bars and those with spits
Some with almonds and some with anchovies
Some with pliers and some with hammers
Some with nougat and sesame candies
Fathers, daughters, husbands and wives
They fought like wild beasts
Millions ran in streaks
Of this side and that side, the fish
What a sight of sardines and anchovies!
Of stingrays and thorny rays!
Sardines, dentex and eels
Scorpionfish, tuna and smelts!
Sea bream, groupers and anglerfish
Scorpionfish, groupers and anchovies
Mackerel, rockfish, mussels and mackerels
Starfish, shad and sturgeons
Hake, clams and moray eels
Sperm whales, orcas and whales
Eels, needlefish and herrings
Gray mullets, gurnards, picarels and tench
Red mullets, trembles, trout and tuna
Figs, onions, moons and turnips
Octopus, cuttlefish and squid
Swordfish and starfish
Sea bream and hammerfish
John Dory and picarels
Umbrella squid and gobies
Mantis shrimp, oysters and anchovies
Clams, cockles and limpets
Dogfish and small crabs
Wrasses, moray eels and mussels
Pregnant foxes, widows and wives
Sea urchins, thornbacks, serpents and snakes
Barefoot, in slippers and with shoes
Conch shells, lobsters and crabs
Even the posts came
Eels, lizards and snakes
Big fish and small fish
Of every kind and nation
So many, so many, more and more!
How many blows, my goodness!
That they gave each other, good heavens!
Hundreds of kicks!
Millions of stones thrown!
Bites and pinches by the billions!
A deluge of shakes!
I won't tell you what a living fire
Was made everywhere!
Bang, bang, bang, here are the pistols!
Boom, boom, boom, here are the rifles!
Poof, poof, poof, here are the pistons!
Boom, boom, boom, there are the cannons!
But I'm already tired of singing
And I'm out of breath
So give me your leave
Gracious and beautiful audience
While I sip half a glass of wine
With greetings to you and yours
As the big pipe dries
Clearing its throat