Текст и перевод песни Eleonora Bordonaro - Maria passa ppi na strata nova

Maria passa ppi na strata nova

Maria passa pi 'na strata nova
La porta d'un firràru aperta è
"O caru mastru, chi sta fannu a 'st'ura?"
"Fazzu 'na lancia e ttri puncenti chiova"

"O caru mastru, nun la fari a st'ura
Ca 'u stissu vi la pagu la mastrìa"
"O cara donna, nun lu pozzu fari:
Unni c'è Gesù cci mìntinu a mmia"

"O caru mastru, mi nni duni nova
Unn'è lu figghiu amatu di Maria?"
"O cara donna, lu vulìti asciàri?
Lu stessu sangu v'impara la via"

"O figghiu, di 'sta cruci scinni!, scinni!
Chi cc'è la to mammuzza e t'addifenni"
"O cara mamma, binidicìtimi e gghitivinni
Chi cc'è la santa cruci e m'addifenni"

"Purtatimi a Giuvanni ca lu vogghiu
Quantu mi duna un poco di cunsigghiu
Di niuru mi lu porta, lu cummoghiu
Ora cci crìu ca è mortu ma figghiu"

E l'acqua di lu mari si fici ògghiu
"Guardàtici lu vènniri a ma Figliu!"
E l'acqua di lu mari si fici ògghiu
"Guardàtici lu vènniri a ma Figliu!"

E ppi ddu voti cc'ha passatu chiddu Ddiu chi n'ha criatu
Ogni locu 'i l'ubbìa, scatta lu 'nfernu e triunfa Maria!
E ppi ddu voti ludatu sia, quannu passa Gesù, pensa a Maria!

Mary Passes Through the Borough

Mary passes through the new street
A blacksmith's door is wide open
"Oh dear master, what are you doing at this hour?"
"I'm making a spear and two sharp nails"

"Oh dear master, please don't do it at this hour
I'll pay you the same for your mastery"
"Oh dear lady, I cannot do it:
Where there's Jesus, they're putting me"

"Oh dear master, tell me something
Where is Mary's beloved son?"
"Oh dear lady, do you want to follow Him?"
The same blood shows you the way"

"Oh son, come down, from this cross!, come down!
Because your mother is here and will protect you"
"Oh dear mother, bless me and go away
Because the holy cross is here and protects me"

"Bring me to John because I want
some advice he might give me
Covered in black, he will weep
Now I believe my son is dead"

The water at sea has turned to oil
"Look at your son on Friday!"
The water at sea has turned to oil
"Look at your son on Friday!"

And at times when that Lord has come through who has created
Every place he has seen, hell frights and Mary triumphs!
And at times, blessed He to be, when Jesus passed, think of Mary!