Fabrizio De André: Creuza de mä [Crêuza de mä]
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| CRÊUZA DE MÄ Umbre de muri muri de mainé dunde ne vegnì duve l'è ch'ané da 'n scitu duve a lûn-a a se mustra nûa e a neutte a n'à puntou u cutellu ä gua e a muntä l'àse gh'é restou Diu u Diàu l'é in çë e u s'è gh'è faetu u nìu ne sciurtìmmu da u mä pe sciugà e osse da u Dria e a funtan-a di cumbi 'nta cä de pria E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò Qui hi ha a la masia, a saber qui hi ha a casa l'Andrea que no és gent de mà cares de ciutat, gents de mal fiar que del peix millor, prefereix el car noies de família, i perfum del bo que tu pots mirar-les sense cap color. E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E a 'ste panse veue cose ghe daià cose da beive, cose da mangiä frittûa de pigneu giancu de Purtufin çervelle de bae 'nt'u meximu vin lasagne da fiddià ai quattru tucchi paciûgu in aegruduse de lévre de cuppi. E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E 'nt'a barca du vin ghe naveghiemu 'nsc'i scheuggi emigranti du rìe cu'i cioi 'nt'i euggi finché u matin crescià da puéilu rechéugge frè di ganeuffeni e dè figge bacan d'a corda marsa d'aegua e de sä che a ne liga e a ne porta 'nte 'na creuza de mä E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò E anda umè umè e anda umè umè e anda ayò | A PATHWAY TO THE SEA Shadows of faces, faces of seamen, where do you come from, where are you going to? From where the moon is naked and the night’s like a knife on our throats and where only God has remained to ride a donkey; the devil’s in heaven and has made itself a nest there; let’s leave the sea to dry our bones at Andrea’s at the well of the pigeons, in a house of stone. And who are there in that house of stone, in the house of Andrea who’s not a seaman? People of Lugano, faces of pickpockets, those who prefer wings to fins, good smelling girls of good families, good to look at without a rubber. And what has he got to offer to fill these empty stomachs? Something to drink, something to eat, fried fish, white Portofino wine, lamb brain in that same wine, lasagna with four sauces, and sweet-sour roof-hare pie. And with a ship of wine we sail against the cliffs, emigrants of laughter with nails in our eyes, until the morning grows in order for us to catch it, brother of the carnations and girls, master of the rope - spoiled by water and salt - that ties us and leads us on a pathway to the sea. |
