travagghiaturi - roberta gulisano lyrics
travagghia turi
ca nascisti ppi sgubbari comu e’ muli
travagghia turi
a sei anni si ggia’ bbonu ppi vinniri giurnala
cincu liri, cincu liri e curri ‘a scola
a scola vanu i figghi de’ dutturi
pi ‘nzignarisi la prufissioni
e i figghi de’ viddani ci vanu ppi fari cumpassioni
a testa cci l’hai caura e a linga senza pila
“a cchi servunu sti libbra, prufissuri?”
a so risposta fu “espulsioni!
va’ travagghia e t’anzigni a’ ‘rucazioni.”
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
ora travagghia e v’ brucia cipuddi
brucia cipuddi e bbuschiti li sordi
ca di bbuscari n’avisti a cantarati
manna a fanculu lu paisi e i so’ c*ntrati
turi travagghia e metti i sordi i latu
travagghia turi e si marita un bon partitu
turi travagghia ppi figghi e ppi mugghieri
u pani e’ friscu, mancia chiddu i l’autru ajeri
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
‘na vita a statu senza si mai firmari
e si lu fermi abbentu nun ci ‘nn’ havi travagghiaturi
accussi’ ti danu onuri, ma tu travagghiasti sulu pi l’amuri travagghiaturi senza patruni
travagghiaturi senza patruni
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia turi!
travagghiaturi, travagghia tu
en translation_ grafter
work, turi: you were born to slog like a donkey
work, turi: at six you’re old enough to sell newspapers
“fivepence, fivepence!” and run to school
school is for the doctors’ kids
who go to lеarn a profession
the peasants kids go to inspirе compassion
you’re hotheaded and outspoken
“what are these books for, anyway?”
his reply was: “expulsion!
go to work and learn how to behave”
grafter, work turi…
now you’re working, frying onions
frying onions to get your money
you’ve got bored of being beaten
f*ck off the village and its quarters
turi is working and puts money away
turi is working and marries a good catch
turi is working for kids and wife
the bread is fresh, he eats the stale
grafter, work turi…
he’s lived his life without rest
and if you stop him he takes no respite
worker of worth, that’s your accolade
but you were working only for love
worker with no master, worker with no master
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