Текст и перевод песни Herman Medrano - Emigrassion

Emigrassion

In fià de tenpo fa qua se fasea a fame
Se arava co i mussi e i brassi no col same
Bresoeato, marteato, simionato e donoeato
I xe partìi ieri co rebeato e trincanato
El gran se bateva a man miga co eà trebia
Tanta fadiga e se magnava pan e nebia
Cacco co capusso, succol co formenton
Fajan insieme masaro co quaia e cappon
Dal bo, dal bon, dal ben, dal cin
Dal pra, dal col, dal gal, dal zin
Daea libera, daea mora, daea via
Daea vedova, daea pozza, daea pria
Tenpi in cui a tera no la gaveva eori
E te dovevi stare ai caprici dei signori
Fogheti de legneti nee case dei poareti
10 fioi che dormiva dentro sui casseti
E stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera
E stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera.
Stati uniti e canada ormai ga mesa italia
El resto xe in belgio, germania, australia
El toso ne ga scrito che el xe riva uncuò
"Mi go brassi boni mama so ghea farò
Qua gavemo tuto e fortunatamente
No me manca gnente, anca a tera finalmente
Xente come nialtri e un poco i ne someja
Se questo xe un sogno, chissà che no me sveja"
Fanton, canton, frison, gusson
Peron co moron, tegon insieme co casson
Rampin, rampon, rampado e rampasso
Meneghini menegon, meneghei e menegasso
Qua ancora i se domanda dove che i xe 'ndai
In cile, brasie, argentina, e paraguai
Posti sconossui, sensa indicassion alcuna
Pa inventarse na vita e provare a far fortuna.
Se stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera
Se stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera.
I zugno i bugno, i gomiero i maniero
I bullo, i scantanburlo co i masiero e i niero
Patareo co pajaro, chineo co cararo
I xe ndà via tuti co santeo e co pitaro
Quei che restava se rangiava co chel poco
Iera poenta e renga, e senpre el stesso toco
Svejasse sensa el soe pa lavorare i canpi
E tanti pa 'ndare vanti iera emigranti
Buso, busato, buseto, busin
Buson, businaro, buseghin, busoin
Baldo, baldato, baldan, baldin
Baldon, baldassa, baldaneo e baldassin
Se partiva dae campagne co poche finanse
Assando poco gnente e pieni de speranse
E sta popoeassion desso in serte condission
No se ga desmentegà dee vaise de carton.
Se stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera.
Se stava senpre ben parchè dotori no ghe ne jera
Qua pa magnare se risc-iava anca eà gaera
Che tanti assava tuto nea disperassion pi nera
A mare el pare i fioi e a mujera.
Tuti ga soferto, ognuno co a so storia
Pa stare un poco mejo sensa sognare a gloria
E dopo i esposito, i lo bello e santafe'
Ga speranse anca dimitri, cheng e mohammed.

Emigration

A long time ago people were starving here.
They arrived with dirty faces and arms, not with the same blood.
Oppressed, hammered, humiliated, and donated.
They left yesterday, rebellious and wrecked.
The grain was beaten by hand, not with a threshing machine.
Lots of hard work and they ate bread and fog.
Cacco with cabbage, chard with corn.
They did everything together, the butcher with quail and capon.
From the good, from the good, from the well-being, from the five.
From the meadow, from the hill, from the rooster, from the zinc.
From the free, from the blackberry, from the street.
From the widow, from the puddle, from the first.
Times when the land had no owners.
And you had to endure the whims of the lords.
Wooden fires in the homes of the poor.
10 children sleeping inside drawers.
And they were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
And they were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
United States and Canada now have half of Italy.
The rest are in Belgium, Germany, Australia.
My son wrote to me that he finally arrived.
"I have good arms, Mom, I will do it.
Here we have everything and fortunately.
I don't miss anything, even the land finally.
People like us and they look a bit like us.
If this is a dream, who knows, maybe I won't wake up."
Fanton, canton, Frisian, Gusson.
Peron with moron, Tegon together with Casson.
Rampin, Rampone, Rampado and Rampasso.
Meneghini, Menegon, Meneghei and Menegasso.
Here they still wonder where they went.
To Chile, Brazil, Argentina, and Paraguay.
Unknown places, without any indication.
To invent a life and try to make a fortune.
They were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
They were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
The June, the Bugno, the Gomiero, the Maniero.
The Bullo, the Scantanburlo with the Masiero and the Niero.
Patareo with Pajaro, Chineo with Cararo.
They all went away with Santeo and with Pitaro.
Those who remained managed with that little.
There was polenta and herring, and always the same piece.
Waking up without the sun to work the fields.
And many, to get by, were emigrants.
Buso, Busato, Buseto, Busin.
Buson, Businaro, Buseghin, Busoin.
Baldo, Baldato, Baldan, Baldin.
Baldon, Baldassa, Baldaneo and Baldassin.
They left the countryside with little money.
Leaving little and full of hope.
And this population, even in certain conditions.
Has not forgotten the cardboard suitcases.
They were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
They were always well because there were no doctors.
Here, to eat, you even risked war.
That many tried everything in the blackest despair.
To the mother, the father, the children, and the wife.
Everyone suffered, each with their own story.
To be a little better without dreaming of glory.
And after the spouses, the Lo Bello and Santa Fe'.
Dimitri, Cheng and Mohammed also have hope.