| La versione inglese di Dennis Criteser [2014]
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THE MOUNTAINS OF MOLA | MOUNTAINS OF MOLA |
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In the mountains of Mola, in the morning | In the Mountains of Mola, early morning, |
A white-coated donkey was grazing in the meadow. | a donkey mare, white of coat, was pasturing. |
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In the mountains of Mola, in the morning | In the Mountains of Mola, early morning, |
cutting branches there was a dark-haired handsome fellow. | a sturdy young dark-haired man was cutting branches. |
As they drank they looked into each other's eye, ea ea eae | And their eyes met searching for water water water water, |
The water dribbled down their chins as they let out a sigh, ea eae | and water dripped from their snouts along with the drool ool ool. |
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The donkey's eyes were of the same color as the sea, | And the donkey mare, she had eyes the color of the sea, |
And the youth was swept by the Mistral when she breathed. | and to him from her nostrils issued the Northwest Wind |
And enchanted she began to bray, ae ae ae aea | and she brayed, enchanted, ea ea ea ea. |
And haltingly he answered though he found it hard to say, ea eae | He replied to her, mispronouncing, ae ae ae ae. |
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"Oh lovely girl moon of a donkey, | “Oh my beautiful one, moon donkey, |
Oh lovely girl, wool-covered cushion | my beautiful one, cushion of wool, |
Oh lovely girl, milk-white good fortune." | oh my beautiful one, white fortune.” |
"Oh lovely boy, you make my eyes sting | “Oh my handsome one, you make my eyes sting, |
Oh lovely boy, orgy of kisses, | oh my handsome one, carnival of kisses, |
Oh lovely boy, you sew up my heart strings." | oh my handsome one, you sew up my heart.” |
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The greatest love, the very first | Deep love for the first time, |
The bee sucks honey, from this flower to slake its thirst. | the bee sucks all the honey from this myrtle. |
Puppy love, eternal Spring, | Young love of all the hours, |
The velvet moss, the clapper that makes this heart ring. | of moss is the clapper of this heart. |
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But nothing can be kept a secret in Gallura, | But no one can do anything in Gallura |
Everything becomes common knowledge in an hour. | that doesn’t come to be known in an hour, |
And hidden lurked an ugly crone who liked to spy, ea ea eae | and on the scene an ugly old woman hidden in the branches, |
Who, drooling as shewatched, began to cry ea ea ea eae | crying and watching,says to herself, foaming at the mouth: |
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"Oh happy she! Lord he's so handsome | “Lucky her, mamma mia, what a handsome man. |
Oh happy she! Dark-haired and youthful | Lucky her, young and dark-haired. |
Oh happy she! I'll die on my lonesome. | Lucky her, I die alone. |
Oh happy she! I remember so clearly | "Lucky her, I remember it well. |
Oh happy she! And not one time only | Lucky her, more than one time. |
Oh happy she! Twisted and lonely." | Lucky her, twisted old age.” |
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The greatest love, the very first | Deep love for the first time, |
The bee sucks honey, from this flower to slake its thirst. | the bee sucks all the honey from this myrtle. |
Puppy love, eternal Spring, | Young love of all the hours, |
The velvet moss, the clapper that makes this heart ring. | of moss is the clapper of this heart. |
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Everyone dressed up in their finest for the wedding feast, | The entire countryside got decked out for the wedding, |
And in his sacramental vestments, came the priest. | the same parish priest entered in his vestments. |
But the man and donkey's wedding, it was frustrated | But they didn’t manage to marry, the donkey and the man, |
Because the parish records revealed that they were related. | for in the documents they turned out to be first cousins. |
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And enchanted she began to bray, ae ae ae aea | And she brayed, enchanted, ea ea ea ea. |
and haltingly he answered though he found it hard to say ea eae | He responded to her, mispronouncing, ae ae ae ae. |