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Dragostea mea, nu plînge

Dragostea mea, nu plînge
Dacă plec de-aici,
Las în urmă cîmpul de orez
Mă întorc la casa mea.
 
Băiatule, nu plînge
Dacă eu plec departe
Îți voi scrie-o scrisoare
Să-ți spun că te iubesc.
 
N-o să mă mai trezească
De dimineață șefa
Ci în căsuța mea
Mă va trezi mămică.
 
Văd colo jos printre copaci
Căsuța mea cea albă
Văd colo jos în prag
Pe mama ce m-așteaptă.
 
Mamă, tată, nu plîngeți
Nu mai muncesc la cîmp
Eu m-am întors acasă
Că să fiu domnișoară.
 
Mamă, tată, nu plîngeți
Dacă va par slăbită
Ceea ce m-a distrus
A fost orezaria.
 

Dongo

Of the late Duce the newspapers had narrated
his final mishap
that follows his fatale capture
and his destiny that is yet to be fuffiled.
 
As Mussolini was arrested,
guarded together with Claretta,
put in a little settler room
where they stayed for about two days.
 
Dark and gloomy was that room,
guarded well by two Partisans
that the fate they had in their hands
of whom was owed to every pain.
 
He was put beside Claretta
to enjoy all that he must
to enjoy all that he wished
from Italy his carnal brother.
 
The executioner entered into the room.
Mussolini close by the bed,
out of orbit were his eyes and in his chest
a terrible mortal terror.
 
The tyrant brought his baret
from when he was a repubblic guard
and a nut colored coat,
was the already finished man.
 
Mussolini ascended in the ranks
with force in that which is so far gone,
but the force of every italian
destroyed that cruel oppressor.
 
Seeing the patriot he then asked him:
'What is it that you've come here to do'?
'We both want to be free,
yes really this is freedom'.
 
Mussolini as a good knight
or that place he was about to leave from,
proceeding the woman he wanted
but to go ahead she did want.
 
After saying this the executioner decided
to hit the tyrant and Claretta.
on the tyrants atlast revenge
will always be awful down there.
on the tyrants atlast revenge
will always be awful down there.
 

Girolemin (Little Jerome)

Girolemin! Girolemin!
 
My father is a knife sharpener, I am the little knife sharpener
my father earns money, I can't even get five bucks.
'Zinn' and 'zonn' goes the grindstone, and 'zinn' and 'zonn' and 'zann',
it's a craft that lifts one's spirits, it's a good job to have.
 
I came from far away with my grindstone
I make my grindstone spin fast to make a living.
'Zinn' and 'zonn' goes the grindstone, and 'zinn' and 'zonn' and 'zann',
it's a craft that lifts one's spirits, it's a good job to have.
 
Three bucks for a pipe, three bucks for tobacco
even if I'm simple-minded, I deserve respect.
'Zinn' and 'zonn' goes the grindstone, and 'zinn' and 'zonn' and 'zann',
it's a craft that lifts one's spirits, it's a good job to have.
 
I work for men and for women too
and most gladly for pretty young women.
'Zinn' and 'zonn' goes the grindstone, and 'zinn' and 'zonn' and 'zann',
it's a craft that lifts one's spirits, it's a good job to have.
 
My father is a knife sharpener, I am the little knife sharpener
when my father dies, I'll be the knife sharpener.
'Zinn' and 'zonn' goes the grindstone, and 'zinn' and 'zonn' and 'zann',
it's a craft that lifts one's spirits, it's a good job to have.
 

Hymn of the Submariners

(They) brush the black waves in the thick darkness,
From the proud turrets every careful eye is!
Silent and invisible, the submarines leave!
Hearts and engines of attackers
Against the immensity!
 
Go through the wide sea
Laughing in the face of the death and the fate!
Hit and bury
Every enemy who we encounter on the way!
This is how the marinar lives
Deep in the heart of the resounding sea!
He doesn't care about the enemy and the adversity because he knows he will win!
 
Down beneath the gray wave of mist in the dawn
A gray turret spies on its prey as it passes!
Shoot from the fast and infallible submarine
Straight and confident beats the torpedo
Crashes, upsets the sea!
 
Go through the wide sea
Laughing in the face of the death and the fate!
Hit and bury
Every enemy who we encounter on the way!
This is how the marinar lives
Deep in the heart of the resounding sea!
He doesn't care about the enemy and the adversity because he knows he will win!
 
Now on the light blue wave in the morning's light
Every motor whispers like a triumphal song!
Submarines return to inaccessible ports:
Every flag proudly flying
Each win worth!
 
Go through the wide sea
Laughing in the face of the death and the fate!
Hit and bury
Every enemy who we encounter on the way!
This is how the marinar lives
Deep in the heart of the resounding sea!
He doesn't care about the enemy and the adversity because he knows he will win!
 

Goodbye Turin

Goodbye Turin, I'm going away,
I going away to work.
I just don't know what it is,
I feel my heart tremble.
 
Goodbye Turin, my beautiful land,
How much sadness, how much thoughts.
I find it hard to believe
That I must abandon you.
 
I'll never see again the Mole,
Amd your gardens.
I'll never bring again the beautiful girls at the Valentino.
 
Goodbye Turin,
I'm going away,
I going away to work.
But I would give my life
For come back soon.
 
This morning arrived the documents,
A smiling postman brought them.
Oh my beauty city, I have to leave
And left my beautiful Turin.
 
I'll never see again the Mole,
Amd your gardens.
I'll never bring again the beautiful girls at the Valentino.
 
Goodbye Turin,
I'm going away,
I going away to work.
But I would give my life
For come back soon!
 

Tu, Gorizia îndurerată

Tu, Gorizia îndurerată,
iubeai atât de mult țara mea,
două sute cinci de infanterie
a venit să te cucerească.
 
Ca să vină și să te cucerească
am pierdut atâți tovarăși,
toți tineri la douăzeci de ani,
la casele lor ei nu se mai întorc.
 
Acei domni lași
'Trăiască războiul' le-au strigat,
cu strigătul lor ne-au înșelat
acei domni lași.
 

[THEY] MUST RETURN!

Nowadays all the elders
Are doing the chics, the doormat.
It's obvious, considering the current time
They are doing, they are doing the youngster
 
Who pinch you for the street,
who tell to you a 'word'
Who send you a [love] message.
All of this, eh, why?
Because there is not the youth!
 
They must return,
those soldiers of our,
Then we'll do a beautiful celebration!
We will march
oh, soldier throw yourself in my arms!
 
An old man sing and around
the other elders sings a chorus
Moon, love and serenades
ended up, ended up in their hands.
 
And they paint their hair,
eyebrows and mustaches
to look younger
but, essentially, what should they do
if they don't have youngness?
 
They must return,
those soldiers of our,
Then we'll do a beautiful celebration!
We will march
oh, soldier throw yourself in my arms!
 
In the beach this morning
An old coot appears
And tell me, if you want
take advantage, take advantage of the situation!
 
Gray beard, go away!
Gray beard, throw yourself into the sea!
the world came to the end,
with an old man of this kind,
without fire of youthfulness!
 
They must return,
those soldiers of our,
Then we'll do a beautiful celebration!
We will march
oh, soldier throw yourself in my arms!
 

You Gorizia sorrowful

You Gorizia sorrowful
you loved my Fatherland so much
the 205th infantry troop
came to conquer you.
 
To come and conquer you
we have lost so many companions
all young people in their twenties
they don't come back to their homes.
 
Those cowards of Lords
'Long live the war ' they shouted at them
with his scream they have deceived us
those cowards of Lords
 
 
 
 
 

BANG, BANG

Twenty days on the Ortigara
With no change to dismount
Bang, bang...
Our heads are full of lice
And we have no food to eat
Bang, bang...
 
We just went down to the valley
Battalion, you've already got no more soldiers
Bang, bang...
Battalion of dead souls
How many cowards at Milan!
Bang, bang...
 
Behind the bridge their's a graveyard
Graveyard for us soldiers
Bang, bang...
When you're in that trench
Young soldier, you can't talk nomore
Bang, bang...
 
Oh infantry graveyard
Maybe one day I'll come to you
Bang, bang
 

The Song of Grappa

Mount Grappa you are my motherland
our sun shines over you
Those who hope and wait they look at you
they look at the brothers at guard on you
 
The enemy's already broken against you,
he who already aimed to Italy
no one can pass such a bulwark
put in charge to Italian hearts.
 
Mount Grappa you are my motherland,
you are the star showing the way
you are the glory, the will, the destiny,
that makes us remembering Italy
 
Your peaks were always banned
to the foot of the hated foreigner
he doesn't know the way on your flanks
that he tried to fight out.
 
Like the snow that in winter covers you
with a white mantel so you are pure
and undefeated with the pride of having
never let the enemy pass.
 
Mount Grappa you are my motherland...
 
O mountain, you are sacred to us
the stormy ranks, with flags
raised will descend from you
to drive out the enemy
 
We will soon see the days
of our servitude, that we
endured with great efforts,
change in a serene future.
 
Mount Grappa you are my motherland...
 

In the Middle of the Field

In the middle of the field, do you know what was there?
In the middle of the field, do you know what was there?
In the middle of the field there was a tree,
a tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the tree, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the tree, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the tree, there was the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the branch, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the branch, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the branch, there was the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the twig, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the twig, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the twig, there were the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the leaves, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the leaves, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the leaves, there was the nest,
the nest sticking to the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the nest, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the nest, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the nest, there were the eggs,
the eggs sticking to the nest,
the nest sticking to the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the eggs, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the eggs, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the eggs, there was the bird,
the bird sticking to the eggs,
the eggs sticking to the nest,
the nest sticking to the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the bird, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the bird, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the bird, there was the beak,
the beak sticking to the bird,
the bird sticking to the eggs,
the eggs sticking to the nest,
the nest sticking to the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 
Sticking to the beak, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the beak, do you know what was there?
Sticking to the beak, there was the goat,1
the goat sticking to the beak,
the beak sticking to the bird,
the bird sticking to the eggs,
the eggs sticking to the nest,
the nest sticking to the leaves,
the leaves sticking to the twig,
the twig sticking to the branch,
the branch sticking to the tree,
and the tree planted in the field.
 

• 1. bèch = beak.
  bèch = billy goat.

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Talhari se moare

Am pus jos chitare si tobe
pentru ca aceasta muzica trebuie schimbata
Suntem talhari, semanam teama
si cu pusca vrem sa cantam
si cu pusca vrem sa cantam.
 
Si acum cantam acest cantec nou
toata lumea trebuie sa-l invete.
Nu ne pasa de regele Burbon
pamantul e al nostru si nu trebuie atins
pamantul e al nostru si nu trebuie atins.
 
Toate satele din Basilicata
s-au trezit si acum sunt in lupta
chiar si Calabria este revoltata
si pe acest inamic il facem sa tremure
si pe acest inamic il facem sa tremure.
 
Cine a vazut lupul si s-a inspaimantat
nu cunoaste inca adevarul
adevaratul lup care manaca copii
e piemontezul pe care trebuie alungat
e piemontezul pe care trebuie alungat.
 
Femei frumoase care daruiti inima
daca vreti sa salvati acest talhar
nu-l mai cautati, uitati-i numele
cine merge-n razboi nu cunoaste mila
cine merge-n razboi nu cunoaste mila.
 
Barbati se naste talhari se moare
dar pana la ultimul trebuie sa impuscam
si daca murim aduceti o floare
si un blestem pentru aceasta libertate
si un blestem pentru aceasta libertate.
 

Liberty

We laid aside our guitars and drums
for this tune has to change now.
We are outlaws, fear is our tune
and now we want to sing with guns,
and now we want to sing with guns.
 
So let's sing now this new song
that all you people are going to learn.
Don't give a damn of the Bourbon king,
this is our land and nobody takes it,
this is our land and nobody takes it.
 
All the villages in Basilicata
are rising up and want to fight,
even Calabria is now insurging
and we're going to scare the enemy,
and we're going to scare the enemy.
 
You saw the wolf and got so scared,
but you don't know the truth yet.
The real wolf who eats children
is the Piedmontese so let's drive him away
is the Piedmontese so let's drive him away
 
All ye fair maidens who give your heart
if you really want to save the outlaw
don't look for him, forget his name,
we're at war with a merciless enemy,
we're at war with a merciless enemy.
 
You were born as a man, you die as an outlaw,
we'll shoot and fight up to the last.
And if we die, so bring us a flower
and an oath for our liberty,
and an oath for our liberty.
 
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The land of sun

Today I'm so glad,
I'm almost going to cry from this happiness!
But is it true or not that I've come back to Naples?
But is it true that I'm here?
The train was yet in a station
When I've heard the first mandolins.
 
This is the land of the sun!
This is the land of the sea!
This is the land where all words
Are sweet or bitter,
But always are words of love!
 
This all is my destiny!
How could I search a fortune abroad if I want to live here?
Give me the wine, I want to drink so much wine,
I need to get drunk!
In these four walls I'm happy:
My mom is beside me, and my beloved sings.
 
This is the land of the sun!
This is the land of the sea!
This is the land where all words
Are sweet or bitter,
But always are words of love!
 
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