Paroles et traduction The Vad Vuc - Gin barbee

Gin barbee

Chi al pööf e al regota in süi piant,
La vigna la gota i lacrim dii sant,
L'è tütt un gutà che al scarpüscia i pooc dì
Par sentì primavera anca chi.

I saras i specian e in da l'ümit ul Gin,
Par quel atim da fiaa, in sül buceer da vin,
Dal sentì ul zic e zac, la forbiss a taià
E pö i saras a storgiass in sul praa.
Gin Barbee, vün da quii che al par tirà scià
Da un bel muund che al gh'è pü gnanca a scultà,
Sì, quel muund fai da nüm, fai da pooc,
Da amiis, e campagna, e ciocc.

Ul mestee da barbee lü l'ha imparaa
In la rüsca dal quatordass, in la guèra, a suldaa,
E adess cunt ul gatt che al runrogna lì in giir
Lü al piala e

Gin barbee

Who is laughing and rejoices in the trees,
The vineyard drips the tears of the saints,
It's all a trickle that slips away the few days
To feel spring here too.

There will be spices and in the humidity Gin,
For that moment of joy, in a sip of wine,
From hearing the clickety-clack, the scissors will cut
And then we'll be lying in the meadow.
Gin Barbee, one of those who seems to draw from
A beautiful world that there's no longer even a place to hear,
Yes, that world made of us, made of little,
Of friends, and countryside, and mugs.

The barber's trade he learned it
In the frost of the fourteenth, in the war, as a soldier,
And now with the cat that purrs around there
He combs it and