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Sinan capudan pascià - live tour 'Creuza de ma'

Teste fascië ′nscià galéa
Ë sciabbre se zeugan a lûn-a
A mæ a l'è restà duv′a a l'éa
Pe nu remenalu ä furtûn-a
Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è ′n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte
U va ′nsciù fundu
Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è ′n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle
U vegne a galla

E au postu d'i anni ch′ean dedexenueve
Se sun piggiaë ë gambe e a mæ brasse neuve
D'allua a cansún l′à cantà u tambûu
E u lou s'è gangiou in travaggiu dûu
Vuga t'è da vugâ prexuné
E spuncia spuncia u remu fin au pë
Vuga t′è da vugâ turtaiéu
E tia tia u remmu fin a u cheu

E questa a l′è a ma stöia
E t'ä veuggiu cuntâ
′N po' primma ch′à vegiàià
A me peste 'ntu murtä
E questa a l′è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma 'nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá
E suttu u timun du gran cäru
C'u muru ′nte ′n broddu de fàru
'Na neutte ch′u freidu u te morde
U te giàscia u te spûa e u te remorde
E u Bey assettòu u pensa ä Mecca
E u vedde ë Urì 'nsce ′na secca
Ghe giu u timùn a lebecciu
Sarvàndughe a vitta e u sciabeccu
Amü me bell'amü
A sfurtûn-a a l′è 'n grifun
Ch'u gia ′ngiu ä testa du belinun
Amü me bell′amü
A sfurtûn-a a l'è ′n belin
Ch'ù xeua ′ngiu au cû ciû vixín
E questa a l'è a ma stöia
E t′ä veuggiu cuntâ
'N po' primma ch′à a vegiàià
A me peste ′ntu murtä
E questa a l'è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma ′nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá

Che a tûtte ë ricchesse a l'argentu e l′öu
Sinán gh'a lasciòu de luxî au sü
Giastemmandu Mumä au postu du Segnü
Intu mezu du mä
Gh′è 'n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte
U va 'nsciù fundu
Intu mezu du mä
Gh′è ′n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle
U vegne a galla

Sinan Capudan Pasha - live tour 'Creuza de ma'

Head wrapped in a galley
The scimitars shining under the moon
My duty is to remain where I am
Not to tempt fortune
In the middle of the sea
There is a round fish
That when it sees bad weather
It goes to the bottom
In the middle of the sea
There is a puffer fish
That when it sees good weather
It comes to the surface

And in place of the years that were nineteen
I have taken my legs and my new strength
Since then the song is sung by the drum
And the wolf has turned into hard work
You must row as a prisoner
And dig the oar to the bottom
You must row as a torturer
And drag the oar to the neck

And this is my story
And I want to tell you
A little before I grow old
To my plague in the grave
And this is the memory
The memory of the Cigä
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha
And under the helm of the great car
That sails in a broth of fog
One night when the cold bites you
It freezes you, it spits on you and it bites you
And the Bey sitting thought of Mecca
And he saw Otranto on a reef
He went down the helm to the southwest
Saving her life and the xebec
My lovely darling
Misfortune is a griffin
That swoops in the head of the stupid
My lovely darling
Misfortune is a fool
That shits on the closest ass
And this is my story
And I want to tell you
A little before I grow old
To my plague in the grave
And this is the memory
The memory of the Cigä
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha

To all the wealth, the silver and the gold
Sinan left them to shine in the sun
Cursing Mother Mary instead of the Lord
In the middle of the sea
There is a round fish
That when it sees bad weather
It goes to the bottom
In the middle of the sea
There is a puffer fish
That when it sees good weather
It comes to the surface