Текст и перевод песни Cesare Basile - Canzoni addinucchiata

Canzoni addinucchiata

L'armuzza di me matri mi lassàu
Sgravata dô piccatu da me carni
Mancu 'u vattìu ci potti e m'arristàu
'A curpa ca purtava supra ê spađđi

Ancunicchiàta sutta la currìa
'A peđđi m'allisciàunu a tumbulati
Santa Maria s'havìa scurdatu 'i mìa
Sutta ê patèđđi cìciri caliati

Assammaràva c'aveva deci anni,
Malu mistèri ha statu 'a lavannàra
Beđđi dinocchi ci lassàj ê petri
'I manu s'annïàru 'nta ciumàra

Finíu la guerra e s'accapàu l'amuri
ô friddu era e 'u friddu sû purtàu
Ju m'anciccàva 'nterra pi prïàri
Ma menzu 'a nivi 'a nivi sû curcàu...

Doppu vint'anni ancora a dinucchiùni
Calàta p'arricògghiri 'i frastuchi
Calàva 'u suli e ju non m'addrizzava
'U jarmu dô camperi mi vuleva

Carrabbinera trasi 'a morti 'n casa
Santa Maria s'arrïurdàu di mìa
Cunortu fu me matri ciaurùsa
Nun lassu nenti e nuđđu sdillanìa

Dintra ô tabútu ô scuru 'un haju abbèntu
Nun haju piacìri a stari stinnicchiata
è 'a prima vota e cu mi l'hav'a diri
Calàtimi 'nta fossa addinucchiàta,
è 'a prima vota e cu mi l'hav'a diri
Calàtimi nta fossa addinucchiàata...

Songs of Kneeling

My mother's burden left me
Free from the sin of my flesh
I couldn't even touch it, I stopped
The guilt she carried on her shoulders

Kneeling under the harness
My feet were used to falling down
Holy Mary had forgotten about me
Under my feet, chickpeas fell

She seemed to have ten years old,
The laundress's secret was bad
Her beautiful eyes left her on the stones
Her hands were drowned in the swamp

The war ended and love disappeared
It was cold, and she carried the cold on her
I would kneel in the earth to pray
But in the middle of the snow, the snow covered her...

After twenty years, still kneeling
Going down to collect the branches
The sun set, and I didn't get up
The yoke of the fields wanted me

The carabineer brought death into the house
Holy Mary remembered me
My mother's lament was a comfort
I don't leave anything, and no one will complain

In the dark coffin, I don't have a breath
I don't like to lie flat
It's the first time, and who will tell me?
Lower me into the grave kneeling,
It's the first time, and who will tell me?
Lower me into the grave kneeling...