Текст и перевод песни MBL - Sabbat Sia Massera

Sabbat Sia Massera

TESTO E MUSICA DI BENEDETTO VECCHIO

N'guent', n'guent', me ne volo com'gliu' vent',
Se m 'afferr'pe' gli'capigli,
Me ne scivol come n 'anguilla...!!

Chesta è na storia vera, d' tant'temp' fa',
Sabbat sia massera, e me mett' a raccuntà,
Vicin' a gliù camin',croce a man'destra,
Lassa la scopa for', e chiud' la finestra.

Na sfollata d guerra p'esse stata maltrattata,
Giurata la vendetta, na criatura ha "fatturata",
Na treccia n'trecciata, dent'gliù cuscin',
Cu chistu malificie je te cagn'gliù destin'.

Passà na settimana, portata a nu dottor',
Dottò sta figlia mor' n'n parla ormai da ore
M'l'hann'fatturata, fatturata a morte,
Oh patatern' mee, dagl'na bona sorte'.

Signò je n'n cred' a chess', so sul' fessarie,
Chesta è cosa normal,' è sul malatia,
Se propria si sicura va da nù stregone,
E prega Gesù Crist', ca te manna tutt' bbone,

Spiga d' ran, pizzic d ' sale,
Fa che a sta criatura s'gl' leva chistù male,
Fa che r'addeventa bbona comm' è nata,
E chi l'ha fatturata, s'adda murì schiattata!

Tre jorn' e tre nott' tra la vita e la morte'
La criatura si riviglia, rrap'gl'occhie e chiagne forte,
Lu male se n 'è ite, lu bene ha vint' ancora,
Sabbat sia massera e lassa la scopa fore.

Sabbath, You Are the Mistress

TEXT AND MUSIC BY BENEDETTO VECCHIO

Come the wind, I'll quickly fly,
If you grab me by my hair,
I'll slip away like an eel...!!

This is a true story, from long ago,
Sabbath, you are the mistress, and I will tell,
Near the fireplace, a cross to the right,
Leave the broom outside, and close the window.

A war refugee, because she was mistreated,
Swore revenge, she cursed a child,
A braid intertwined, inside the cushion,
With this spell, I will change your destiny.

A week has passed, she was taken to a doctor,
Doctor, this girl is dying, she hasn't spoken for hours.
She's been cursed, cursed to death,
Oh my dear father, give her good luck.

Sir, I don't believe in this, it's just nonsense,
This is normal, it's just an illness,
If you're really sure, go to a sorcerer,
And pray to Jesus Christ, for he will give you all the good,

Wheat germ, a pinch of salt,
Make this creature's pain go away,
Make her as good as she was born,
And whoever cursed her, may they die and rot!

Three days and three nights between life and death,
The creature awakens, opens her eyes and cries aloud,
The pain is gone, goodness has won again,
Sabbath, you are the mistress and leave the broom outside.