Текст и перевод песни Alfio Antico - Fila Fila

Fila Fila

Fila fila, cajarda, fila
Ca lu fusu nun ti gira
Fila fila, cajardazza
Ca lu fusu nun t'ammazza

Ma nanna mi mannò accattari l'ogghiu
Ppi strata ju ci persi lu stuppagghiu:
"Curi birbanti, va cerca lu stuppagghiu
Curi birbanti, va cerca lu stuppagghiu"
Ora ma tagghiu ora ma tagghiu
E ccià mettu ppi stuppagghiu
Ora ma tagghiu ora ma tagghiu
E ccià mettu ppi stuppagghiu
Ora ma tagghiu ora ma tagghiu
E ccià mettu ppi stuppagghiu
"Nti zitti 'nti zitti, lavannaru, 'nti zitti"

Dumani è festa si mangia minestra
Minestra è cotta, si mangia ricotta
Ricotta è salata, si mangia 'nzalata
'Nzalata nun'nni vogghiu, ddocu veni u 'mbrogghiu

Donn'Anna era gravita
Di don Cicciu pacchi sicci
Ci niscia lu cori e l'anima
Ppi mangiarisi prugna sicchi

Pumu russu... Tabaccu
Sai cantari... Signorsì
Canta tanticchia... Chicchirichì
Jetta 'npugnu e fui di ddocu

Tiri 'ngnattu di canigghia
Nun c'è nenti ca ni pigghia
Tiri gnattu mi voli pigghiari
Persi la vugghia e lu ditali
Chi ti pigghia ca mi pigghia
Chi ti pigghia ca mi pigghia
Tiri 'ngnattu di canigghia

Pizzula u jaddu pani e furmaggiu
Venu lu jatte e si futti u furmaggiu
Chissi, chissi, chissi, chissi
Chissi, chissi, chissi, chissi... chi!

Dumani è festa si mangia minestra
Minestra è cotta, si mangia ricotta
Ricotta è salata, si mangia 'nzalata
'Nzalata nun'nni vogghiu, ddocu veni u 'mbrogghiu

Fila Fila

Fillet, my dear, fillet
Don't turn that spindle too fast
Fillet, my darling, fillet
That spindle won't do you any harm

My mother sent me to buy oil
In the street I lost the cork:
"Run, you rascals, go find the cork
"Run, you rascals, go find the cork"
Now I'll cut it and cut it
And here I'll put it as a cork
Now I'll cut it and cut it
And here I'll put it as a cork
Now I'll cut it and cut it
And here I'll put it as a cork
"Be quiet, be quiet, washerwoman, be quiet"

Tomorrow is a holiday and we'll eat soup
The soup is cooked, we'll eat ricotta
Ricotta is salty, we'll eat salad
I don't want salad, that's where the trouble starts

Lady Anna was pregnant
To Sir Cicciu's dry packages
She gave her heart and soul
To eat dried plums

Red apple... Tobacco
You know how to sing... Yes, sir
Sing a little... Cock-a-doodle-doo
Throw it in your fist and get out of here

Shoot that mosquito with a straw
Nothing can catch us
That mosquito wants to catch me
I lost my desire and my thimble
What takes you, takes me
What takes you, takes me
Shoot that mosquito with a straw

Give the chicken bread and cheese
The cat comes and takes the cheese
This, this, this, this
This, this, this, this... what!

Tomorrow is a holiday and we'll eat soup
The soup is cooked, we'll eat ricotta
Ricotta is salty, we'll eat salad
I don't want salad, that's where the trouble starts