Tammurriata Nera - 1999 - Remaster; - Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare перевод на английский

Tammurriata Nera - 1999 - Remaster;

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 - 1999 - Remaster;

I don't understand what's going on...
And what you see,
You don't believe it! You don't believe it!
A black child was born, black...
And his mother calls him Giro,
Yes, sir, she calls him Giro...
Yes! Turn and go, yes...
Yes! Go and turn, yes...
Whether you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
Whether you call him Peppe or Giro,
The fact is, he is black, black,
Black, black as he is!...
The gossips tell this story:
"These things are not unusual,
There are thousands of them!
Sometimes just a look is enough,
And the woman is left,
Knocked out, impressed..."
Yes! A look, yes...
Yes! An impression, yes...
You're trying to figure out who it was
That got a good shot:
The fact is, he is black, black,
Black, black like he is!...
The priest said: "Now let's talk,
Because if we understand each other,
We can explain this fact!
Where wheat is sown, wheat grows...
Whether it succeeds or fails,
It's always wheat that comes out!"
My dear, tell my mother, dear...
My dear, tell me too...
Whether you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
Whether you call him Peppe or Giro,
The fact is, he's black, black,
Black, black like he is!...