Текст и перевод песни Domenico Modugno - Cavaddu cecu de la minera

Cavaddu cecu de la minera

A Peppì, iuh, come si stanco, Peppì, iih-ah, beddo, auh.

Cavaddu, cavaddu cecu de la minera
Ca tiri, tiri cento carrelli chini 'e grauni
E nginucchiuni tu ti nni vai.

Ah beddo, ah, ih-uh.

Cavaddu, cavaddu cecu de la minera,
Nienti tie vidi, tuttu canusci,
Passu pe passu, passanu l'anni.
Quandu si vecchio, tie torna allu suli,
A chiddu suli ca nu vidi cchiui.
E, nchiana, nchiana, nchiana, nchiana
Centu metri, mille metri, allu suli.
Nu mare de luce, l'addori de l'erba,
E ti ricordi quando eri forte,
Ca galoppavi, galoppa, galoppa,
Galoppa, galoppa, galoppa, galoppa,
Galoppa, galoppa, galoppa, galoppa,
Galoppa, galoppa, galoppa, galoppa,
Galoppa...

Aah-aah-aah.

Cavaddu, cavaddu cecu de la minera,
Mo' sinti vecchio, vecchio e malato,
Abbandunato, cerchi la manu de l'omu.

Peppì, comu si vecchio, Peppì, troppo vecchio.

E sienti na cosa d'in costa a na ricchia,
Na cosa fridda intra na manu, na manu ca trema,
E sienti ‹MBAM!›.

L'omu te guarda e t'incarizza,
Ma tie nu sienti,
Tie galoppi, galoppi, galoppi, galoppi,
Galoppi, galoppi, galoppi, galoppi,
Galoppi, galoppi, galoppi, galoppi...

Cavaddu cecu de la minera

My dear, how tired you are, my love, oh, so sweet.

Oh, my horse, my dear, blind horse of the mine,
You pull, you pull a hundred wagons full of grain,
And on your knees you go.

Ah, my sweetheart, ah, ih-uh.

Oh, my horse, my dear, blind horse of the mine,
You see nothing, yet you know everything,
Step by step, the years go by.
When you are old, you will return to the sun,
To that sun you can no longer see.
And higher, higher, higher, higher
A hundred meters, a thousand meters, to the sun.
A sea of light, the smell of grass,
And you remember when you were strong,
When you galloped, galloped, galloped,
Galloped, galloped, galloped, galloped,
Galloped, galloped, galloped, galloped,
Galloped, galloped, galloped, galloped,
Galloped...

Aah-aah-aah.

Oh, my horse, my dear, blind horse of the mine,
Now you feel old, old and sick,
Abandoned, you seek the hand of a man.

My dear, how old you are, my darling, too old.

And you hear a sound on the side of a hill,
A cold thing in a hand, a trembling hand,
And you hear ‹POW!›.

The man looks at you and pets you,
But you don't feel it,
You gallop, you gallop, you gallop, you gallop,
You gallop, you gallop, you gallop, you gallop,
You gallop, you gallop, you gallop, you gallop...