Текст и перевод песни Massimo Ranieri - o zappatore (Live)

o zappatore (Live)

Felicissima sera
A tutte sti signure 'ncruvattate
E a chesta cummitiva accussí allèra
D'uommene scicche e femmene pittate!

Chesta è na festa 'e ballo
Tutte cu 'e fracchesciasse sti signure
E i', ca só' sciso 'a coppo sciaraballo
Senza cercá 'o permesso, abballo i' pure!

Chi só'?
Che ve ne 'mporta!
Aggio araputa 'a porta
E só' trasuto ccá

Musica, musicante!
Fatevi mórdo onore
Stasera, 'mmiez'a st'uommene aligante
Abballa un contadino zappatore!

No, signore avvocato
Sentite a me, nun ve mettite scuorno
Io, pe' ve fá signore, aggio zappato
E stó' zappanno ancora, notte e ghiuorno!

E só' duje anne, duje
Ca nun scrive nu rigo â casa mia
Si 'ossignuría se mette scuorno 'e nuje
Pur'i' mme metto scuorno 'e 'ossignuría"

Chi só'?
Dillo a 'sta gente
Ca i' songo nu parente
Ca nun 'o può cacciá

Musica, musicante!
Ca è bella ll'allería
I' mo ve cerco scusa a tuttuquante
Si abballo e chiagno dinta casa mia!

Mamma toja se ne more
'O ssaje ca mamma toja more e te chiamma?
Meglio si te 'mparave zappatore
Ca 'o zappatore, nun sa scorda 'a mamma!

Te chiamma ancora: "Gioja"
E, arravugliata dinto scialle niro
Dice: "Mo torna, core 'e mamma soja
Se vene a pigliá ll'ùrdemo suspiro"

Chi só'?
Vuje mme guardate?
Só' 'o pate i' sóngo 'o pate
E nun mme po' cacciá!

Só' nu fatecatóre
E magno pane e pane
Si zappo 'a terra, chesto te fa onore
Addenócchiate e vásame sti mmane!

The Digger (Live)

Lovely evening
To all these well-dressed ladies
And to this crowd so cheerful
Of chic men and painted women!

This is a dance party
All these gentlemen with their tailcoats
And I, who came down from hillside plowed
Without asking permission, I'm dancing too!

Who am I?
What does it matter to you!
I opened the door
And I came in here

Music, musicians!
Do yourself proud
Tonight, amidst these elegant men
A peasant digger dances!

No, sir lawyer
Listen to me, don't be ashamed
I, to make you a lord, I dug
And I'm still digging, night and day!

And it's been two years, two
That I haven't written a line to my home
If your lordship is ashamed of me
I too am ashamed of your lordship

Who am I?
Tell these people
That I am a relative
That you can't get rid of

Music, musicians!
Because happiness is beautiful
I apologize to you all
If I dance and cry in my house!

Your mother is dying
Do you know that your mother is dying and calling you?
It would be better if you learned to be a digger
Because a digger never forgets his mother!

She calls you again: "Joy"
And, wrapped in a black shawl
Says: "Come back now, heart of my mother's son
If you come and take my last breath"

Who am I?
Are you looking at me?
I'm the father, I'm the father
And you can't get rid of me!

I'm a hard worker
And I eat bread and bread
If I dig the earth, this honors you
Kneel down and kiss these hands!