Текст и перевод песни Francesco Guccini - La Ziatta (La Tieta)

La Ziatta (La Tieta)

A la desterà al veint
Con un colp al persian
L'è acsè lèrgh al sòo let
E i linzòo fradd e grand
Tòt dò i oc' mez e srèe
Zercherà n'ètra man
Sèinza catèr nisun
Come aièr, come edman

Al so stèr da per lèe
L'è un sò amigh da tant'an
Ch'a l' ch'gnass tòtt i sòo quèl
Fin al pighi dla man;
La scultarà al gnulèr
D'un gat vec' e castrèe
Ch'a gh' dòrm inzèmma a i znoc
D'invèren tòtt al dè

Un breviari apugièe
In vatta a la tulatta
E un gaz d'acqua trincèe
Quand a s'lèva la żiatta
Un breviari apugièe
In vatta a la tulatta
E un gaz d'acqua trincèe

Un spec' vec' e incrinèe
A gh'arcurdarà pian
Come al tiemp l'è pasèe
Come in vulèe via i an
E gl'insaggni dl'etèe
Per al stridi i s' sèn pèrs

Quanti rughi ch'a gh'è
E i oc' come i èn divèrs
L'a gh' butarà un suris
La purtinèra ed ca
Per l'urgói cg' a gh'la lèe
Perché a gh' fa bèin i fat

Tòtt i dè fèr l'istass
Ciapèr al filibùs
Per badèr ai tragatt
D'un avuchèe nèe stóff

Cun al quèl an andrèe
L'aviva fat la stratta
Ma tant tèimp l'è pasèe
Ch'a n s'arcorda la żiatta
Cun al quèl an andrèe
L'aviva fat la stratta
Ma tant tèimp l'è pasèe
Ch'a n s'arcorda la żiatta

Lèe ch'l'ha sèimpr in piò un piat
Quand ariva Nadèl
Lèe ch'la 'n vòl mai nisun
Se un dè, a chès, l'a s' sèint mèl
Lèe ch'l'a 'n gh'ha gnanca un fióo
Sol quall ed sóo fradel
Lèe ch'l dis: L'a 'n va mel
Ch'l'a dis: A fagh tant bè

E la dmanga del Pèlmi
La cumprarà a sòo anvod
Un bel ram longh d'uliv
E un pèr ed calzatt nóv
E po' in cesa tótt dóo
I faran come al pret
E i pregherai Gesó
Ch'a l'va a Gerusalem

Po' a gh' darà soquant franch
De mattr'ind 'na casatta
Perché a s' dèv risparmièr
Com la fa lèe, żiatta
Po' a gh' darà soquant franch
De mattr'ind 'na casatta
Perché a s' dèv risparmièr

E un dè a s'gh'ha da murir
Com' piò o meno i fan tótt
Cun 'na frèva da gnint
L'andrà in cal póst tant brótt
L'avrà bele paghe
Un prèt ch'a s'sèint a póst
La casa, al funerèl
E la Massa di mort

E i fior ch'i andrai andrèe
Al sóo trèst suplimèint
I èn cal cosi che pass
A l' se scorda la zèint
A gh' resterà po' i fior
E i drap negher e zal
E dedrèe un vec' amigh
Scuvèrt un mumèint fa

E un santèin a l' dirà
Ch'l'è morta n'ètra sciatta
Ch'l'arpóunsa in pès, amen
E scurdaramm la żiatta

La Ziatta (The Spinster)

At six in the morning
With a bang on the shutters
Her bed is so wide
And the sheets are cold and large
Both eyes half-closed
She will search for another hand
Without finding any
As yesterday, as tomorrow

On her night table
Is a friend of hers for many years
Who knows all her things
To the wrinkles on her hands;
She will listen to the meow
Of an old, castrated cat
Who sleeps with her at night
All day in winter

A breviary propped up
On the bedside table
And a glass of water poured
When the spinster gets up
A breviary propped up
On the bedside table
And a glass of water poured

An old, cracked mirror
Will remind her slowly
How time has passed
Like the years flew away
And the signs of age
By furrowing her forehead

How many wrinkles she has
And how different her eyes are
She will smile a little
The caretaker of the house
For the pride she has in herself
Because she takes care of her business

Doing the same thing every day
Taking the bus
To watch over the affairs
Of a lawyer who is not rich

With what we would go
She had made the trip
But so much time has passed
That the spinster does not remember
With what we would go
She had made the trip
But so much time has passed
That the spinster does not remember

She who always has an extra plate
When Christmas comes
She who never wants anyone
If one day, at these hours, she feels bad
She who doesn't even have a son
Only that of her brother
She who says: It's not going well
Who says: It makes me feel so good

And on Palm Sunday
She will buy with her own money
A beautiful long olive branch
And a pair of new socks
And then in church together
They will do as the priest does
And they will pray to Jesus
That he will go to Jerusalem

Then she will give him some francs
To put in a safe
Because she must save
As she does, spinster
Then she will give him some francs
To put in a safe
Because she must save

And one day she will have to die
As more or less they all do
With a fever of nothing
She will go to that very bad place
She will have already paid well
A priest who feels at ease
The house, the funeral
And the Mass of the dead

And the flowers that will go
To her sad funeral
Are those things that pass
People forget
There will be flowers for her
And the black and yellow cloth
And behind an old friend
Discovered a moment ago

And a sacristan will say
That another spinster has died
That she rest in peace, amen
And we will forget the spinster