Текст и перевод песни Flo - Malemaritate

Malemaritate

Vieni nel convento delle malemaritate
Ci stanno le femmine che scontano i peccati
Di giovinezza, inciampicate in disonesta vita
(?) la vecchiezza, ma con l'anima pulita

Pecorelle in mezzo ai lupi, qui trovate un tetto
Ma siete troppe e dunque condividerete il letto
E quel poco di pane che spartì nostro Signore
Se è poco per il giusto non ce nnè po' peccatore

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Chesta ninna a chi la do, chesta ninna a chi la do?
A no, no, a chi la do, a chi la do?
Chesta ninna a chi la do, mo' ca nisciuno cchiù la vo

Figliole, non c'è fame dove c'è la fratellanza
Ti assolvo dalla macchia se farai la penitenza
Vieni fra le mie braccia per santa carità
Se non c'è mercimonio è un atto di pietà

Il sacramento, padre, voi lo recitate bene
Ma senza mercimonio me ne tornerò al lampione
Miseria per miseria, me tengo a libertà
La chiesa mi condanna, Gesù mi capirà

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Chesta ninna a chi la do, chesta ninna a chi la do?
A no, no, a chi la do, a chi la do?
Chesta ninna a chi la do, mo' ca nisciuno cchiù la vo

Beata fuje la femmena che venne ammore
'Na vota cu piacere e ciento cu dulore
(?)

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Chesta ninna a chi la do, chesta ninna
A chi la do, a chi la do, a chi?

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Ninna, ninna, ninna o, chesta ninna a chi la do?
Se la do all'uomo nero lui la tiene un anno intero
A strisciare il marciapiede quando è notte e non si vede
Non si vede la vergogna della martire alla gogna
Tutto l'uomo può comprare, la coscienza fa dormire
Fa dormire questa ninna, chi la vuole se la piglia
Se la porta a far l'amore pure il figlio del dottore
Il dottore si ammalò, ambarambaciccicoccò
Il figliolo intimorito se la porta in fonn'o vico
In fonn'o vico se ne resta mamma dietro la finestra
Sta cantando "ninna o, chesta ninna a chi la do?"

Beata fuje la femmena che venne ammore
'Na vota cu piacere e ciento cu dulore
(?)

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Chesta ninna a chi la do, chesta ninna a chi la do?
A no, no, a chi la do, a chi la do?
Chesta ninna a chi la do, mo' ca nisciuno cchiù la vo

A no, no, ninna, ninna, ninna o
Chesta ninna a chi la do, chesta ninna a chi la do?
A chi la do?
Chesta ninna a chi la do, mo' ca nisciuno cchiù la vo?

The Unhappily Married

Come to the convent of the unhappily married
There are women here who atone for their sins
Of youth, stumbled into a dishonest life
(?) old age, but with a clean soul

Little sheep among wolves, here you find a roof
But you are too many and therefore will share the bed
And the little bread that our Lord shared
If it is little for the righteous, there is none for the sinner

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?
Oh no, no, to whom shall I give it, to whom shall I give it?
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, now that no one wants it anymore

Daughters, there is no hunger where there is brotherhood
I absolve you from the stain if you do penance
Come into my arms for holy charity
If there is no trade, it is an act of piety

The sacrament, father, you recite it well
But without trade, I will return to the lamppost
Misery for misery, I hold on to freedom
The church condemns me, Jesus will understand me

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?
Oh no, no, to whom shall I give it, to whom shall I give it?
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, now that no one wants it anymore

Blessed was the woman who found love
Once with pleasure and a hundred with pain
(?)

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, this lullaby
To whom shall I give it, to whom shall I give it, to whom?

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?
If I give it to the black man, he will keep it for a whole year
To crawl on the sidewalk when it is night and you can't see
You can't see the shame of the martyr at the pillory
Man can buy everything, conscience makes you sleep
It makes this lullaby sleep, whoever wants it can take it
He takes her to make love even the doctor's son
The doctor got sick, ambarambaciccicoccò
The son, frightened, takes her to the bottom of the alley
At the bottom of the alley, mother remains behind the window
She is singing "lullaby oh, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?"

Blessed was the woman who found love
Once with pleasure and a hundred with pain
(?)

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?
Oh no, no, to whom shall I give it, to whom shall I give it?
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, now that no one wants it anymore

Oh no, no, lullaby, lullaby, lullaby oh
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, this lullaby, to whom shall I give it?
To whom shall I give it?
This lullaby, to whom shall I give it, now that no one wants it anymore?