Текст и перевод песни Enzo Jannacci - Ma mi

Ma mi

Serom in quatter col Padola,
El Rodolfo, el Gaina e poeu mi:
Quatter amis, quatter malnatt,
Vegnu su insemma compagn di gatt.
Emm fa la guera in Albania,
Poeu su in montagna a ciapà i ratt:
Negher Todesch del la Wermacht,
Mi fan morire domaa a pensagh!
Poeu m'hann cataa in d'una imboscada:
Pugnn e pesciad e 'na fusilada...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
Dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
Sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
Mi sont de quei che parlen no!
El Commissari 'na mattina
El me manda a ciamà lì per lì:
"Noi siamo qui, non sente alcun-
El me diseva 'sto brutt terron!
El me diseva - i tuoi compari
Nui li pigliasse senza di te...
Ma se parlasse ti firmo accà
Il tuo condono: la libertà!
Fesso sì tu se resti contento
D'essere solo chiuso qua ddentro..."
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
Dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
Sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
Mi sont de quei che parlen no!
Sont saraa su in 'sta ratera
Piena de nebbia, de fregg e de scur,
Sotta a 'sti mur passen i tramm,
Frecass e vita del ma Milan...
El coeur se streng, venn giò la sira,
Me senti mal, e stoo minga in pee,
Cucciaa in sul lett in d'on canton
Me par de vess propri nissun!
L'è pegg che in guera staa su la tera:
La libertà la var 'na spiada!
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
Dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
Quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
Sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
Mi sont de quei che parlen no!
(Gridando) Mi parli no!

Ma mi

I was locked up with Padola,
Rodolfo, Gaina, and myself:
Four friends, four sleepless nights,
We came together like stray cats.
We fought in the war in Albania,
Then up in the mountains to hunt for rats:
Dirty Germans of the Wehrmacht,
It makes me sick to think about it!
Then they caught me in an ambush:
Punches and kicks and a firing squad...
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
In San Vittore, taking the beatings,
Sleeping like a dog, full of misery!...
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
Knocked down, kicked around:
I'm not one to talk!
One morning, the commissioner
Sent for me, right away:
"We're here, can't you hear us-
That's what that dirty bastard told me!
He told me - your friends
We'll take them without you...
But if you talk, I'll sign your
Pardon: your freedom!
You're a fool if you're happy
To be locked up here all alone..."
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
In San Vittore, taking the beatings,
Sleeping like a dog, full of misery!...
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
Knocked down, kicked around:
I'm not one to talk!
I'm locked up in this rat hole
Full of fog, cold, and darkness,
Under these walls, the trams pass by,
The noise and life of my Milan...
My heart aches when evening comes,
I feel sick, and I can't stand,
Lying on my bed in a corner
I feel like I'm nothing!
It's worse than being in a war on the battlefield:
Freedom is worth a spit!
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
In San Vittore, taking the beatings,
Sleeping like a dog, full of misery!...
But me, my dear, me,
Forty days, forty nights,
Knocked down, kicked around:
I'm not one to talk!
(Shouting) I won't talk!