I Beddi - Tarantella blues - перевод текста песни на английский

Tarantella blues - I Beddiперевод на английский




Tarantella blues
Tarantella Blues
Sutta 'n celu mpastatu di stiddi
Under a sky dotted with stars, my love
Pezzi ci canna e tammuri di peddi
Pieces of cane and leather drums
Balli a furriari nta li vaneddi
Dancing fabrics in the alleys
Passi a danzari li taranteddi
Dancing steps of the tarantella
Sotto un cielo velato di stelle
Under a sky veiled with stars
Pezzi di canna e tamburi di pelle
Pieces of cane and leather drums
Nelle viuzze stoffe ballare
In the alleys, cloths are dancing
Ombre danzare le tarantelle
Shadows dancing the tarantella
Jettu sangu e portu a cruci
I shed blood and carry the cross
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Sautu abballu e jettu vuci
I jump, I dance, and I raise my voice
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Chista terra amara e duci
This land, bitter and sweet
Nun la lassu nun la lassu
I will not leave it, I will not leave it
De cosi stotti ju mi lamentu
Of these things I complain, my dear
E a stu mumentu sugnu scuntentu
And at this moment I am discontent
Ppi miliuni di genti bagascia
For millions of scoundrel people
C'e' cu t'imbrogghia e cu t'alliscia
There are those who deceive you and those who flatter you
Tarantella blues ppi sta terra folk Nta li stratuzzi miliuni di munni
Tarantella Blues for this folk land In the narrow streets, millions of worlds
Tanti parrati ammiscati di l'anni
So many languages mixed from the years
L'orbi cantori e li sunaturi
The blind singers and the musicians
Di l'antichi ci cuntunu i storii
Of the ancients, they tell us the stories
Nei vicoletti milioni di mondi
In the alleys, millions of worlds
Lingue mischiate a dialetti bastardi
Languages mixed with bastard dialects
Dei nostri avi durante la festa
Of our ancestors, during the festival
Senti i cantori narrare le gesta
Hear the singers narrate the deeds
Jettu sangu e portu a cruci
I shed blood and carry the cross
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Sautu abballu e jettu vuci
I jump, I dance, and I raise my voice
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Chista terra amara e duci
This land, bitter and sweet
Nun la lassu nun la lassu
I will not leave it, I will not leave it
Ogni npocu cangiu travagghiu
Every now and then I change jobs
'N misi 'n campagna nmisi nto bagghu
Months in the countryside, months in the city
Ppi du liri nu piattu e nu lettu
For two lire, a plate and a bed
Tutti 'i jorna a fari lu bottu
Every day making a bang
Tarantella Blues ppi sta terra folk A matina ciauru di mori
Tarantella Blues for this folk land In the morning, scent of blackberries
A manzjornu s'affaccia 'n ciuri
At midday, a flower blooms
E a la sira a la finestra
And in the evening, at the window
Ciauru di ventu ciauru di mari
Scent of the wind, scent of the sea
Al mattino odore di more
In the morning, scent of blackberries
A mezzogiorno si schiude un fiore
At midday, a flower blooms
Tutte le sere alla finestra
Every evening at the window
Soffia incessante la brezza del mare
The sea breeze blows incessantly
Jettu sangu e portu a cruci
I shed blood and carry the cross
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Sautu abballu e jettu vuci
I jump, I dance, and I raise my voice
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Chista terra amara e duci
This land, bitter and sweet
Nun la lassu nun la lassu
I will not leave it, I will not leave it
'Na vota mi dissiru ca mi n'a' jiri
Once they told me I should go
Una volta mi dissero: "dovresti andare"
Once they told me: "You should go"
Si ni ni jemu, poi cu rimani?
If we all leave, then who remains?
Se ce ne andiamo, poi chi rimane?
If we all go, then who remains?
Tarantella Blues ppi sta terra folk
Tarantella Blues for this folk land
Jettu sangu e portu a cruci
I shed blood and carry the cross
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Sautu abballu e jettu vuci
I jump, I dance, and I raise my voice
Ma sta terra nun la lassu
But this land I will not leave
Chista terra amara e duci
This land, bitter and sweet
Nun la lassu nun la lassu
I will not leave it, I will not leave it





Авторы: Davide Urso


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