Zappatore - Massimo Ranieri перевод на английский

Zappatore

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 copp[o sciaraballo, Senza cercá 'o permesso, abballo i' pure! Chi só'?...Che ve ne 'mporta! Aggio araputa 'a portaE 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 zappatoE 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 genteCa i' songo nu parenteCa nun 'o può cacciá... Musica, musicante! Ca è bella ll'allería... I' mo ve cerco scusa a tuttuquanteSi abballo e chiagno dint]a 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 s[a scorda 'a mamma! Te chiamma ancora: "Gioja"...E, arravugliata dint]o 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!

Zappatore

Most auspicious evening,
To all these bow-tied gentlemen
And to this most cheerful committee,
Of dashing men and painted women!

This is a dance party...
All these gentlemen with their tuxedos...
And I, who have come down from the plow, Without asking permission, I also dance! Who am I?... What does it matter to you! I opened the doorAnd I came in here... Music, musicians! Do me the great honor... Tonight, among these elegant men, Dances a peasant farmer! No, sir lawyer... Listen to me, don't be ashamed... I, to make you a gentleman, I have hoedAnd I still hoe, night and day! And it's been two years, two, Since I've written a line to my home... If your lordship is ashamed of us... I'm ashamed of ...'our lordship"Who am I?! Tell these peopleThat I'm a relativeYou can't get rid of... Music, musicians! For joy is beautiful... I now apologize to all of youIf I dance and cry in my own house!

Your mother is dying...
Don't you know that your mother is dying and is calling you?
Better if you learn to be a farmer,
For the farmer doesn't forget his mother! She's still calling you: "My love"...And, wrapped in a black shawl
She says: "Come back now, heart of my mother's soul,
If you come to take her 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 hoe the land, that does you honor...
Kneel down... and kiss these hands!