Текст и перевод песни Noa - Tammurriata nera

Tammurriata nera

Io nun capisco, ê vvote, che succede...
E chello ca se vede,
Nun se crede! nun se crede!
E′ nato nu criaturo niro, niro...
E 'a mamma ′o chiamma Giro,
Sissignore, 'o chiamma Giro...

Séh! gira e vota, séh...
Séh! vota e gira, séh...
Ca tu 'o chiamme Ciccio o ′Ntuono,
Ca tu ′o chiamme Peppe o Giro,
Chillo, o fatto, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm'a che!...

′O contano 'e ccummare chist′affare:
"Sti fatte nun só' rare,
Se ne contano a migliara!
A ′e vvote basta sulo na guardata,
E 'a femmena è restata,
Sott"a botta, 'mpressiunata..."
Séh! na guardata, séh...
Séh! na ′mpressione, séh...
Va′ truvanno mo chi è stato
Ch'ha cugliuto buono ′o tiro:
Chillo, 'o fatto, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm′a che!...

Ha ditto 'o parulano: "Embè parlammo,
Pecché, si raggiunammo,
Chistu fatto nce ′o spiegammo!
Addó' pastíne 'o ggrano, ′o ggrano cresce...
Riesce o nun riesce,
Sempe è grano chello ch′esce!"
Mé', dillo a mamma, mé′...
Mé', dillo pure a me...
Ca tu ′o chiamme Ciccio o 'Ntuono,
Ca tu ′o chiamme Peppe o Giro,
Chillo...'o ninno, è niro, niro,
Niro, niro comm'a che!...

Tammurriata nera

I don't understand, honestly, what's happening...
And what you see,
You don't believe it! You don't believe it!
A black baby was born, black, black...
And his mother calls him Giro,
Yes sir, she calls him Giro...

Look! he turns and goes, look...
Look! He goes and turns, look...
Do you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
Do you call him Peppe or Giro,
That's the fact, he's black, black,
Black, black like that!...

The gossiping women tell this story:
"These things aren't rare,
There are thousands of stories!
Sometimes it's just a glance,
And the woman was left,
Struck, impressed..."
Look! a glance, look...
Look! an impression, look...
Now go and find who did it
That took a good shot:
That's the fact, he's black, black,
Black, black like that!...

The priest said: "Well let's talk,
Because, if we reason,
We'll explain this fact!
Where you sow wheat, wheat grows...
It succeeds or it doesn't,
It's always wheat that comes out!"
Darling, tell your mother, darling...
Darling, tell me too...
Do you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
Do you call him Peppe or Giro,
That's the fact, the baby's black, black,
Black, black like that!...