Brigantony - Non mi teniri a Funcia (Nouvelle Vague edition) скачать в хорошем качестве

Brigantony - Non mi teniri a Funcia (Nouvelle Vague edition)

The Nouvelle Vague masterpiece "Breathless" by Jean-Luc Godard meets a musical gem by the Sicilian Maestro Brigantony: "Non mi teniri a Funcia". English Lyrics: BRIGANTONY - "MY SWEETHEART, DON’T GET MOODY" I work everyday And I’d never betray You When I’m home finallý You don’t touch the olive tree To me If I go out awhile You squeeze the bagpipe To me Why so jealous, dear? You know it’s for 10 years You strip the flesh from me My sweetheart, don’t get moody Or my heart will start bleedin’ Come and pet me a bit, so You can get my chori-zo My sweetheart, don’t get moody My sweetheart, don’t get moody You’re always mad at me. Why that? Your aunt’s twat. [Dear, what the hell is going on now? I’m getting a little bit confused, you know? I’m a very devoted man, Where does all this moodiness come from?] When I am late one night Your bacon is denied To me If I lose track of time You spit in the ear of mine Poor me! Your sleeping time is earlyish So who’ll touch the one-eyed fish To me? Why so jealous, dear? You know my teddy bear It’s just yours, front and rear My sweetheart, don’t get moody Or my heart will start bleedin’ If to me you are nice I can give you a slice My sweetheart, don’t get moody, no! My sweetheart, don’t get moody You are always mad at me. Why that? Oh, what I was saying... - Your aunt’s twat. [Sorry for being so rude But, you know, I work alla day long And when I’m back home, rightly, I need the cutlet How do you call it? The mustard? The squid? The seaweed? If you know what I mean…] My sweetheart, don’t get moody, no! My sweetheart, don’t get moody To me you are a mirage Oh, come on… - Open the garage [Oh, it’s eventually open…] * Sicilian Lyrics: BRIGANTONY - NON MI TENIRI A FUNCIA Travagghiu tutti i jorna E non ti fazzu i corna A tia E a sira quannu arrivu Tu non mi tocchi alivu A mia Su nesciu tannicchiedda Mi stringi a ciaramedda A mia Bedda picchì ‘sta gilusia Su javi già deci anni Ca tu ti spuppi a mia Non mi teniri a funcia Picchì soffri u me cori Su mi fai na carizza T’arialu a sasizza Non mi teniri a funcia Non mi teniri a funcia L’hai sempri cu mia babb’i to zia [Ma cara, che cosa ti pigghia di ‘sti tempi? Quasi quasi ca mi staju abbarruannu annicchiedda, sai? Lo sai che io sono tutto casa e chiesa, ‘Sta funcia, di unni?] Su a sira vegnu tardu tu non mi duni u lardu A mia Su mi cunnuciu annicchia Mi sputi tu n’da ricchia A mia Tu prestu t’addummisci E cu mu tocca u pisci A mia? Bedda picchì ‘sta gilusia? Su sai ca a ciccibbella ta dugnu sulu a tia? Non mi teniri a funcia picchì soffri u me cori Su mi m’arriri annicchiedda Ti ni dugnu na fedda Non mi teniri a funcia, no! non mi teniri a funcia L’hai sempri cu mia bih, chi ti stava dicennu - pacch'i to zia [Scusa se ti ho detto dde mali paroli, Ma, u sai, u jornu io lavoro e a sira, giustamente Ho bisogno della cotoletta, comu a chiami tu? A mustarda? A siccia? U mauru? ‘nsomma, vah, ni stamu capennu...] Non mi teniri a funcia, no! non mi teniri a funcia, tu a mia mi piaci Eddai... - Rapi u garaci (Minchia, si rapiu finammenti…) * Edited, translated and subtitled by me for you to enjoy and sing along with the Maestro (two languages).