Текст и перевод песни Enzo Jannacci - La Ballata Del Pittore

La Ballata Del Pittore

Ta-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
Lü ′l stava semper in d'un cantun
E ′l ghe parlava mai a nisün
Lü el pitürava matina e sera madonn sül marciapè
E pitürava lì, lì süla strada per fa sü un quai dané
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
La gent la diseva "cume se fa
A fa i madonn tüt, tüt spütascià!
Però quand pasaven o i ghe guardaven prima de tirà inans
E ghei guardaven e pö ghe daven, ghe daven un quai cent franc
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
Un dì che gh'era confüsiun
Gh'era il mercà in sü, in sü n del cantun
È pasà un ghisa cunt i scarpuni e′l g′a schiscià i madonn
Lü l'è saltà sü, el pareva una bisa, el g′a vusà dré: "Pirlun"
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
Ades g'an cambià, cambià cantun
L′è in d'un cantun de san Vitur
Nella sua cella ha fatto una pitura della crocifissiun
Il suo Gesù è vestito come un ghisa, un ghisa cunt i scarpun
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!

The Painter's Ballad

Ta-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
He always stood in a corner
And he never spoke to anyone
He painted madonnas on the sidewalk morning and evening
And he painted there, there on the street to make some money
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
People said, "How do you do it
To make madonnas all, all spit-painted!
But when they passed by, they looked at them before they moved on
And they looked at them and then they gave him, they gave him a few hundred francs
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
One day when there was confusion
There was the market there, there in the corner
A plasterer passed by with his boots on and he crushed the madonnas
He jumped up, he seemed like a beast, he yelled after him: "Idiot"
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!
Now he has changed, changed corners
He is in a corner of San Vittore
In his cell he has made a painting of the crucifixion
His Jesus is dressed like a plasterer, a plasterer with boots on
Ra-iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarattarattarattarira,
Iattarattarat...!