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Idillio 'e merda

Paolo e Francesca
Giulietta e Romeo
Amore e Psiche
Alfredo e Violetta
E tanti tanti innamorati...

Nu juorno na cacata sulitaria
Meza annascosta rint' 'a nu sentiero
C'o sole 'e luglio e c'o profumo 'e ll'aria
S'annammuraie d'o strunzo 'e nu pumpiero

Essa era tonna, acconcia, piccerella
Isso era niro, gruosso, frisco frisco
Essa era fatta a fforma 'e cuppulella
Isso rassomigliava a n'obelisco

E, cu l' intermediario 'e nu muscone
Na bella sera tutta prufumata
'O strunzo avette 'a dichiarazione
D'ammore d'a cacata nnammurata

Isso era nato sotto mala stella;
Ca maje nisciuno l'aveva guardato...
Vulette bene a chella cacatella
Cchiù assaie d'o culo ca l'avea cacato

Ma stevano luntano; e sulo 'a luna,
E sulo 'e pprete e sulo 'e ffrasche verde
Sapevano 'e turmiente, a uno a uno
'E chilli duie sperdute piezze 'e merda

E una mattina, erano verso ll'otto
Nu cato d'acqua 'a copp'a na fenesta
Facette comm'o libbro galeotto
'E 'onna Francesca e Paolo Malatesta

Benedicenno nzieme chella secchia
S'astrignèttero forte... erano sule
Essa lle regalaje na pellecchia
Isso lle regalaje dduie fasule

Chiano, sciulianno dint'a ll'acqua 'alice
Cu nu curteo 'e muschille int'o sentiero
Sotto 'o sole, 'a cacata 'e stiratrice
Se mmaretaje c'o strunzo e nu pumpiero

E in viaggio 'e nozze stettero abbracciate
Mmiez'a dduie piezze 'e càntere scassate

Idyl of Shit

Paolo and Francesca
Romeo and Juliet
Cupid and Psyche
Alfredo and Violetta
And many other lovers...

One day on a solitary dump
Half hidden along a path
With the July sun and the scent of the air
I fell in love with a fireman's shit

She was round, shapely, and petite
He was dark, big, and firm
She was shaped like a dome
He resembled an obelisk

And, with the help of a fly
One beautiful, fragrant evening
The shit declared his love
For the shit that had made him fall in love

He was born under a bad star;
Because no one had ever looked at him...
He loved that little shit
More than the asshole that had shit it out

But they lived far apart; and only the moon,
And only the priests and only the green branches
Knew of the torment, one by one
Of those two lost pieces of shit

And one morning, it was around eight
A bucket of water from a window
Acted like the wretched book
Of Lady Francesca and Paolo Malatesta

Blessing that bucket together
They embraced tightly... they were alone
She gave him a small skin
He gave her two beans

Slowly, slipping into the herring water
With a courtship of seashells along the path
Under the sun, the shit of a laundress
Got married to the shit of a fireman

And on their honeymoon they stayed embraced
Between two pieces of broken jugs