Текст песни и перевод на английский MBL - Il Brigante Domenico Fuoco II

Il Brigante Domenico Fuoco II

Il BRIGANTE DOMENICO FUOCO
Dal testo di Maurizio Zambardi "la ballata re Mineco Fuoco"

Il BRIGANTE DOMENICO FUOCO

Allarme, allarme, allarme, chiamate li gendarme,
Tremate, fujete, scappate, ce sta nu lupo assatanato,
E' Fuoco cu la banda, iss' annanz' che cummanna,
E spara da luntano, scuppetate alla campana .

Ha lassat' Santu Pietro', addò faceva gliu spaccaprete',
Cu gliu Burbone s'è arruolate, a gliu Volturno c'è passate,
C'è passate da Sergente, dell' esercito perdente,
Ma fedeltà aveva' giurato, gliu giuramento ha rispettato.

Viva glu Re gliu Re Borbone e maliditt' chillù signor',
Che la sciabola l' ha arrubat' "nu disonore pe nu suldato!",
Li signuri so semp' signuri, ma pe chill' mo so duluri
E chi joga a chistu juogo non conosce Domenico Fuoco.

E pe' difendere l'onore "tutta a razza t'aggia fa fore
E fu accusì, comm' ricen' tant' ' che da Sergente addeventa brigante,
E pe' sfuggire' alla cundanna, se ne saglie alle Muntagna,
Cu gliu' patre e cu li frati e tante cafune disperati.

E se ne saglie agliu Matese, e se ne fuje dagliu paese,
Pe cumbattere' sti stranieri, invasure e filibustieri.
Alla macchia ormai da dieci anni, pe fare paura pe fare danni
Alla macchia deglu' Matese sulo iss' contro o piemuntesi,

Na notte d'agosto a sorte è segnata, Domenico Fuoco l'hann ammazzato'
Domenico Fuoco murette accise pecchè era nemico dei piemuntisi
Na notte d'agosto sotto e stelle venne a fine pe stu ribelle,
A tradimento muort' accis' pecchè era nemico re' piemuntisi

Stessa fine pe' Ventre e Caronte, nu colp n'capo e nu colp'n'fronte,
A lu paese l'hanno purtato, n'coppa a carretta, tutt' spugliato
N'coppa a carretta tre lupe accise, tre surdati senza divisa
Ca' difendevano l'onore contro l'esercito invasore

Chesta è la fine de nu" sergente'" muort' acciso da capo brigante,
Ma ce sta ancora chi nun ce crede, e mentre cammina se guarda arrete,
E ce sta ancora chi sta aspettanno Domenico Fuoco già capobrigante,
Ce sta chi pensa ca ropp'
Cient'anne Domenico Fuoco sta ancora sparanne

Pe' mettere a ferro e fuoco e paise pe sparà contro li Piemuntisi
Pe' mettere a ferro e fuoco e paise pe sparà contro li Piemuntisi

Dominic Fuoco, the Brigand

Dominic Fuoco, the BRIGAND
From the lyrics of the ballad by Maurizio Zambardi, "The Ballad of Dominic Fuoco"

Dominic Fuoco, the BRIGAND

The alarm is raised, the gendarmes are called,
Trembling, fleeing, running away, there's a rabid wolf on the prowl,
It's Fuoco with his gang, he's in command,
And he shoots from afar, rifle shots at the bell.

He left Saint Peter's, where he was a gravedigger,
He enlisted with the Bourbons, fought at the Volturno,
He fought as a sergeant, in the defeated army,
But he had sworn loyalty, and he kept his oath.

Long live the King, the Bourbon King, and cursed be that lord,
Who stole his saber, "a disgrace for a soldier!",
The lords are always lords, but for them now there is pain
And those who play this game do not know Dominic Fuoco.

And to defend his honor, "I will wipe out your entire race,",
And so it was, as many say, that from a sergeant he became a brigand,
And to escape condemnation, he took to the mountains,
With his father and brothers and many desperate peasants.

And he went up to Matese, and he fled from the village,
To fight these foreigners, invaders and filibusters.
In the woods of Matese, he is alone against the Piedmontese,
In the woods of Matese, he is alone against the Piedmontese,

One August night, fate struck, Dominic Fuoco was killed,
Dominic Fuoco was killed because he was an enemy of the Piedmontese,
One August night, under the stars, this rebel met his end,
He was killed by treachery because he was an enemy of the Piedmontese,

The same fate for Ventre and Caronte, a blow to the head and a blow to the forehead,
They brought him to the village in a cart, naked,
Three slain wolves in a cart, three soldiers without uniforms,
Who defended their honor against the invading army,

This is the end of a "sergeant", killed as a brigand leader,
But there are still those who do not believe it, and as they walk, they look behind them,
And there are still those who are waiting for Dominic Fuoco, the brigand leader,
There are those who think that even after
A hundred years, Dominic Fuoco is still shooting,

To set fire to the village and shoot at the Piedmontese,
To set fire to the village and shoot at the Piedmontese,