Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. XVIIth century. Joyful & carefree. Male voice, mandolins, acoustic guitar & tambourin.歌词
Italianol coracino, che andava per mare, venne voglia di sposarsi. si fece un bel vestito di scaglie di spine pulito pulito con una parrucca tutta piena di rimasugli avvolti, con il colletto, fazzoletto da collo e polsini di seta inglese molto fine.
Con i calzoni di reti di fondo, scarpe e calze di pelle di tonno e mantella e mantellina di alghe e peli di bue marino, con bottoni e bottoniera di occhi di polipo, seppie e coregoni bianchi * fibbie, spada e fiocchi dorati di nero di seppia e fette di occhiata
Due belle catene di polmone di conchiglie, un capello elegante di codini di luccio salato. tutto inamidato** e ben stirato faceva il fighetto, girava di quà e di là per trovarsi la fidanzata
La Sardina, al balcone stava suonando il colascione*** e a suono di trombetta, cantava questa arietta: "O larello o marellena e la figlia della zia Lena ha lasciato il fidanzato perché niente glia ha regalato!"
Il Guarracino che la guardò della Sardina si innamorò, se ne andò dalla Bavosa. la più vecchia maliziosa. le diede una bella mancia per mandarle un messaggio. La bavosa, pissi pissi chiaro e tondo glielo disse.
Nel sentirla la Sardella rossa rossa si fecce, per la vergogna che la prese sotto uno scoglio si infilò, ma la vecchia Bavosa subito disse: "Ah, schizzinosa! In questa maniera non trovi partito in gola ti resta il marito".
Se hai voglia di accasarti tante smorfie non le devi fare, fuori la galanteria e via la timidezza, anima e cuore e faccia tosta". Ciò sentendo la zia Sardina s'affacciò alla finestrella e fece un occhiolino d'intesa allo speranzoso innamoratino.
Ma la Patella che stava appostata la chiamò faccia tosta, traditrice, svergognata, senza parola e malnata perché aveva piantato l'Alletterato, primo e antico fidanzato di carriera da questo andò e ogni cosa gli disse.
Quando la sentì il poveretto se lo prese un demonio andò a casa, s'armò di rasoio, si caricò come un mulo di fucili, di spingarde, polvere, palle, stoppa e schegge; quattro pistole e tre baionette in tasca si mise.
Sulle spalle settanta colubrine, ottanta bombe e novanta cannoni e come un guappo paladino andava cercando il coracino. La sfortuna vuole che in mezzo la piazza lo incontrò l'afferra per il cravattino e poi gli dice: "Ah malandrino!
Tu mi rubi la fidanzata e prenditela questa bastonata". Tuffete e taffete, a milioni, gli dava schiaffi e colpi alla gola, schiaffi, pugni e scappellotti, scappoloni, fecozze**** e percosse alla nuca, scapaccioni e pugni al volto e gli ammaccò ossa e cartilagini.
Succede che al rumore parenti e amici uscirono fuori, chi con mazze, coltelli e coltellini, chi con spade,spadoni e spadini quello con sbarre, questo con spiedi chi con mandorle e chi con nocciole, chi con tenaglie e chi con martelli chi con torroni e susamielli *****
Padri, figli, mariti e mogli si azzuffarono come fiere e milioni accorrevano a frotte, i pesci di questa e di quella fazione Quante ne vedesti di sarde e di alose di palamiti e sogliole e razze chiodate, saraghi, dentici e occhiate, sgombri, tonni e alletterati.
Pesci palombo e rane pescatrici, scorfani, cernie e alici, pastinace, seriole, musdee e ghiozzi rasposi, lecce stelle, lucci e storioni, merluzzi, gronghi e murene, capodogli, orche e balene, capitoni, aguglie e aringhe, cefali, caponi lira, tracine e cernie dorate.
Triglie, torpedini occhiute, trote e tonni, musdee, cepole, latterini e zerri, polipi, seppie e calamari, pesci spada e stelle di mare pesci palombo e pesci martello bocche d'oro e gianchetti, seppioline e coracini cannolicchi, ostriche e ricci di mare.
Vongole, cuori eduli e patelie pescecani e granchietti tordi marvizzi, marmore e bavose, boghe, vedove e spose, spigole, spondili, serpenti e salpe, scalze con gli zoccoli o con le scarpe, murici, gamberi e aragoste vennero perfino con le diligenze.
Capitoni, sauri e anguille, pesci grossi o piccoli, d'ogni ceto e nazione. Piccolini, piccoli, più grandi e grandissimi! Quante botte, mamma mia! Che si davano. Non sia mai! A centinaia le bastonate! A milioni le pietrate!.
Morsi e pizzicotti a bilioni! A pioggia i colpi alla gola! Non vi dico che fuoco vivo si faceva per ogni luogo. Te, te, ttè, qua pistolettate, ta, ta, ttà, là schioppettate tu, tu, ttù, qua le colubrine, bu, bu, bbù, là i cannoni.
Ma di cantare sono già stanco e ora mi manca il fiato, perciò, datemi licenza grazioso e bel pubblico. Fate che beva una mezza di "seje"******, alla salute di lui e di lei, altrimenti mi si secca il gargarozzo, svuotandosi il polmone.
English
The chromis that swam in the sea he decided to marry. He made a nice suit From the sharp scale, very neat. He' put on a curly wig Strewed with small cockle-shell, A collar, a shawl on a neck and cuffs made of english silk, very thin.
Trousers from a net, Boots and socks from a skin of tunny, A cloak and a cape From algae and bristle of a dugong, With buttons and press-buttons From eyes of octopus, cuttlefish and vendace, Buckles, a sword and gilded bands From ink of cuttle and a bile of saddle bream.
Two beautiful chains From cockle-shells, An elegant hat From tails of ling. Everything is starched and ironed, He seemed like a dandy. He swam here and there To find a bride.
A sardine stood on her balcony, Playing the lute; And hearing a sound of trumpet, She sang a song: "Oh, sea, sea, A daughter of my aunt Lena Left his fiance Because he gave nothing to her!"
The chromis saw her And felt in love with sardine. went away to a blenny Grumbling old fish. He gave her money To send a message to sardine. The blenny, in a whisper, Told it to her clearly.
Hearing this message, The sardine was blushed. From the shyness She hided under a rock. But old blenny told her: "Ah, fastidious! In this way you'll not find a fiance And remain without husband.
If you want to marry, You don't have to make difficulties! Forward the courtesy 1 and away the shyness! Be with the kind heart and soul!" Listening to an aunt, the sardine looked out from window And winked in consent At the lover, full with hopes.
But the patella that stood beside, called her "Impudent, Traitress, shameless, Not keeping word and rude", Because she had left the tunny, Her first fiance. She went away from him so fast And told him many things.
When poor tunny heard it, He was possessed by demon. He went to home, armed himself with knife, He loaded himself like a mule With guns, springalds, Powders, bullets, tows and gun tubes. Four pistols and three bayonets, He put them in his pocket.
On his shoulders there were seventy muskets, Eighty bombs and ninety cannons And like a cruel knight He came search the chromis. The misfortune wanted so, And in the middle of square the tunny found him, Has seized him by the collar And told him: "Ah, villain!
You've stolen my bride, Take this blow!" Million punches, He slapped him in the face. Slaps in face, clips on the back of head, Stabs, bumps, punches on head, Kicks, punches on face, He broke to pieces his bones and cartilages.
The noise was risen, Relatives and friends came out. Who with maces, knives and clasp-knives, Who with swords, rapiers and sabres. That came with girders, this came with spears, Who with almonds and who with nuts, Who with nippers and who with hammers, Who with turrons and susamielli 2.
Fathers, children, husbands and wives Fighted like the beasts. Millions gathered in throng, Fishes of two sides. How many sardines one could see, How many shads, plaices and various rays, Crucians, dentexes and saddle breams, Mackerels, tunnies and tunas.
Houndsharks and sea-devils, Scorpionfish, dusky groupers and anchovies, Stingrays, amberjacks, cods and gobies, Pompanos, barracudas and sturgeons, Hakes, congers and morays, Cachalots, killer whales and whales, Eels, garfishes and herrings, Mullets, gurnards, weeverfishes and tenches.
Surmullets, electric rays, trouts and tunnies, Pomfrets, bandfishes, sand-smelts, picarels, Octopuses, cuttlefishes and squids, Swordfishes and starfishes, Houndsharks and hammerhead sharks, Shade-fishes and sand eels, Octopuses and chromises, Sword razors, oysters and sea urchins.
Carpet shells, cockles and sea snails, Sharks and crabs, Wrasses, sea breams and blennies, Bogues, widows and married, Seabasses, sea daces, snakes, salema porgies, Barefooted, with heels or with boots, Sea snails, shrimps and spine lobsters, Everybody came with the diligence.
Eels, horse-mackerels and grigs, Small and big fishes Of every estate and nation, Small, big and biggest. How many punches, mama mia, They have made. Horror! Thousands punches with stick, Millions punches with stone!
Billions bites and tweaks, A hail of punches to neck. I cannot tell you what live fire burned everywhere. Te - te - ttè, here a wound from pistols, Ta - ta - ttà, there from guns, Tu - tu - ttù, here from muskets, Bu - bu - bbù, there from cannons. But I'm tired already sing about it And now I'm short of breathing. Therefore give me a respite, Dear and nice public! Let's drink a half glass Health of him and her, Otherwise my throat will be dry parched, The lungs will be empty.
Song. Sung in Italian.Male voice, jazz band, mandolin & rhythm.
歌词
ItalianoMio povero amico come stai?
cosa sta succedendo? (cosa sta succedendo?)
vedo che sei sempre giù di forma,
mi sembri molto triste,
e poi non ridi mai.
Dimmi che cosa c'è di sbagliato
non ti riconosco più (non ti riconosco più)
Bisogna che lo dica a tua madre
che sei un po’ palliduccio,
e che non mangi più.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Ora va a rasarti quella barba,
e fa una bella doccia, (e fa una bella doccia,)
scegliei una camicia ben pulita,
pulita e ben stirata,
e il tuo capello nero
Ti porterò in un buon ristorante
a mangiare un po’ di pasta (a mangiar' un po’ di pasta) Vedremo tutte le belle ragazze,
passando per la strada
che mostrano le gambe.
Mio Pippo,
mio Peppe,
Peppino, non ti preoccupar,
Aspetta, con calma,
sicuro, che tua moglie tornerà
andiamo vieni, vieni, vieni con me
fuori fuori, non ti preoccupar,
tua moglie tornerà!
Français
Mon pauvre ami comment vas-tu ? Qu’est-ce qui t’arrive ? Je vois que tu es de moins en moins en forme, Tu as l’air très triste, Et tu ne ris jamais. Dis-moi ce qui ne va pas Je ne te reconnais plus Il faut le dire à ta mère Que tu es un peu trop pâle, Et que tu ne manges plus.
Mon Pippo, Mon Peppe, Peppino, Ne t’en fais pas Attends, Calmement, C’est sûr, Ta femme reviendra Allez, viens, viens, viens avec moi Sortons, ne t’inquiète pas Ta femme reviendra
Allez, va raser cette barbe, Et prends-toi une bonne douche Choisis une belle chemise propre, Propre et bien repassée, Et ton chapeau noir Je t’emmène dans un bon restaurant Manger des pâtes Nous regarderons toutes les jolies filles Qui se baladent dans la rue En montrant leurs jambes
English
My poor friend how are you doing? What happened to you? I see that you are less and less on form You look sad and you never laugh Tell me what’s up I don’t recognize you anymore Your mother should be told That you’re a bit too pale And you’re not eating anymore
My Pippo, My Peppe, Peppino, Don’t worry Wait, Be calm Your wife will come back
For sure Come on, come with me Let’s go out Don’t worry Your wife will come back
Come on, go and shave off this beard Take a good shower Pick out a nice clean shirt Clean and well-ironed And your black hat And I take you to a good restaurant We’ll eat pasta And watch the pretty girls Go by in the street Showing off their legs.
Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, ...Song. Sung in Italian. 80's. Determined & joyful. Male voice, electric guitar, keyboard & rhythm.歌词
Italiano
Delle toppe sulle
braghe Salteggio sulle bancarelle Ventiquattro biglie in tasca
Una fionda nella sacca Di piccioni faccio strage
Frego fiori e caramelle Per darle poi alle più belle Perche di tutta la tribu La più bella sei tu E mi piaci sempre più
Ma perche fai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Ma ancor non ho i capelli bianchi E non siedo più tra i banchi Sento adesso il tuo sguardo Che mi segue a mezzodi Nella piazza e nel cortil' Ma come le sai ste cose qui Mi domandano la notte e il di
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto solo a me
Poi la vita é andata come va E t'ho rivisto ieri in città Col marito e il visone La mammina e il babbino Il bambino e il babbuino Li ho capito che Domani Tu mi sposerai
Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Me l'ha detto la luna Ma l'ha detto solo a me
Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Maledetta la luna Che l’ha detto solo a me
Français
Des pantalons rafistolés Je sautille sur les étals 24 billes dans en poche Une fronde dans ma sacoche Des pigeons je fais des carnages
Je fauche des fleurs et des bonbons Pour les offrir ensuite aux plus belles
Parce que de toute la petite bande La plus belle c’est toi Et tu me plais toujours plus
Mais pourquoi tu fais tout ça On me demande de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l'a dit Mais elle l'a dit seulement à moi
Mais je n’ai pas encore de cheveux blancs Je ne m’assieds plus sur les bancs de l’école
Je sens maintenant ton regard Qui me suit tous les midis Sur la place et aux alentours
Mais comment sais-tu sais ces choses là Me demande-t-on de jour comme de nuit C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Puis la vie s’est passée comme elle s’est passée Et je t’ai revue hier en ville Avec ton mari et ta fourrure de vison Ta petite mère et ton petit père Tes enfants et ton babouin
Et là j’ai compris que Demain tu m’épouseras
C’est la lune qui me l’a dit Mais elle ne l’a dit qu’à moi Maudite soit la lune Qui ne l’a dit qu’à moi
Impassioned, forlorn, bluesy. Saxophone plays into brush drums and ...Impassioned, forlorn, bluesy. Saxophone plays into brush drums and double bass. A heartfelt melody, full of longing and melancholy. Acoustic guitar supports with fragile fingerstyle playing. A emotive band at the corner of a bar or street corner under dim lamplight, a feeling of collective hardship. A community in hard times and struggling to get by. Acoustic guitar solo @ 1'41 inspiring more feelings of pain and longing.
Impassioned, forlorn, bluesy. Brush drums and double bass play out ...Impassioned, forlorn, bluesy. Brush drums and double bass play out steadily, an atmosphere of dormant emotion slowly emerging. Acoustic guitar supports with fragile fingerstyle playing, a feeling of melancholy. Stripped back underscore version.
Country & Western. Fast, galoping & panoramic in a Far West spirit. ...Country & Western. Fast, galoping & panoramic in a Far West spirit. Electric guitar, mandolin, horns, harmonica & rhythm. In the spirit of the Italian westerns of the late 60s & 70s.
Liberating & uplifting tango-gyspy fusion-pop sung in Spanish & in ...Liberating & uplifting tango-gyspy fusion-pop sung in Spanish & in French @1'39. Female singer, electric guitar, rhythmic, mandolin, choeurs mixtes. Solo bandoneon, violin & rhythm change @2'24.歌词
ES:
Cantaré una tonada de esas de ayer,
no insista mas, no quiero hablar,
báilese un tango y déjeme en paz.
En mi voz, está el dolor
del amargo sabor que en mi dejó
el recuerdo de un adiós.
Fui volando hasta París
cantando mis canciones lejos de aquí.
Tú no sabes que te oí diciendo que no eras feliz.
Y me voy en tren hacia Berlín,
me llevo mis canciones lejos de ti.
No te atrevas a venir,
te digo que yo soy feliz
tocándome un tango así.
No hablaré hasta que el ritmo llegue otra vez,
no te falle lo sabes bien; y mientras tanto canto en francés.
(Francés)
Fui volando hasta París
cantando mis canciones lejos de aquí.
Tú no sabes que te oí diciendo que no eras feliz.
Y me voy en tren hacia Berlín,
me llevo mis canciones lejos de ti.
No te atrevas a venir,
te digo que yo soy feliz
tocándome un tango...
Fui volando hasta París
cantando mis canciones lejos de aquí.
Tú no sabes que te oí diciendo que no eras feliz.
Y me voy en tren hacia Berlín,
me llevo mis canciones lejos de ti.
No te atrevas a venir,
te digo que yo soy feliz
tocándome un tango así.
EN:
I'll sing one of those tunes from yesterday,
don't insist any more, I don't want to talk,
Go dance a tango and leave me alone.
In my voice there is the pain
of the bitter taste left in me by
the memory of a goodbye.
I went flying to Paris
singing my songs far from here.
You don't know that I heard you saying that you were not happy.
And I'm leaving in train to Berlin,
I'm taking my songs far away from you.
Don't you dare come,
I tell you that I'm happy
playing tango like this.
I won't speak until the rhythm comes again,
don't fail you know it well; and in the meantime I' ll sing in French.
(French)
I went flying to Paris
singing my songs far from here.
You don't know that I heard you saying that you were not happy.
And I'm leaving on a train to Berlin,
I'm taking my songs far away from you.
Don't you dare come,
I tell you that I'm happy
playing tango...
I went flying to Paris
singing my songs far from here.
You don't know that I heard you saying that you were not happy.
And I'm leaving in train to Berlin,
I'm taking my songs far away from you.
Don't you dare come,
I tell you that I'm happy
playing tango like this.
Le premier amour Sera pour toujours le plus beau Le premier amour sera pour toujours le plus fort A l’horizon quand le ciel s’obscurcit, On ne s’en aperçoit pas Mais le premier amour ne se vit qu’une seule fois.
Le premier regard Reste dans mes rêves Le premier regard reste Dans mon coeur Dans nos yeux tant, tant de promesses Qu’un seul battement de cil Peut donner assez d’amour pour l’éternité.
Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus doux Le premier baiser Sera pour toujours le plus sincère Quand nos mains se séparent Quand nous devons nous dire au revoir Alors « à demain » sonne comme « adieu ».
English
The first love Will always be the finest The first love Will always be the deepest On the horizon as the sky is fading We don’t realize it But the first love only lives once.
The first look Stays in my dreams The first look
Stays in my heart In our eyes, so many, so many promesses That one blink of an eye Can give enough love for eternity.
The first kiss Will always be the sweetest The first kiss Will always be the more sincere When our hands part When we must say goodbyes Then “goodbye” sounds “adieu”.
Childlike, playful, positive. Innocent mandolins are joined by quirky ...Childlike, playful, positive. Innocent mandolins are joined by quirky tuba, flutes, whistles and kooky wah-wah brass and mallets. Bright, silly and contented cue.
Playful, happy, elegant. Bright pizzicato strings with strummed ...Playful, happy, elegant. Bright pizzicato strings with strummed guitars and positive and hopeful melodies. Fun orchestral cue, building with positive glockenspiel to a contented, celebratory end.
Devilish, groovy, vigorous. Brush drums, saxophone, double bass and ...Devilish, groovy, vigorous. Brush drums, saxophone, double bass and guitar launch swiftly into fun, finger-clicking rhythm and passionate sequence. An individual with a slick sense of style dancing expertly. Jazzy brush drums inspiring a sense of skill and dexterity, with wandering 12 bar blues moments.
Devilish, groovy, vigorous. Brush drums, double bass and guitar ...Devilish, groovy, vigorous. Brush drums, double bass and guitar launch swiftly into fun, finger-clicking rhythm and passionate sequence. An individual with a slick sense of style dancing expertly. Jazzy brush drums inspiring a sense of skill and dexterity, with wandering 12 bar blues moments. Stripped back underscore version.
