From a recital in Englewood, New Jersey, March 18, 1962.
PISCATORE 'E PUSILLECO
E. Murolo / E. Tagliaferri
Piscatore 'e stu mare 'e Pusilleco
ch 'ogne notte mme siente 'e canta
piscato, sti pparole so' lacrene
pe' Maria ca luntana mme sta!
Dorme 'o mare...voca, voca
Tutt'e pace attuorno a me...
Ma pecche,
ma pecche mm'he lassato
mentr'io moro, stannote, pe' te?
Cassarella d' 'o Capo 'e Pusilleco,
sponta 'a luna e te vene a vasa
Quanta notte aggio perzo
guardanotte,
quanta juorne aggio visto schiara!
Dorme 'o mare...voca, voca
Tutt'e pace attuorno a me...
Ma pecche,
ma pecche mm'he lassato
mentr'io moro, stannote, pe' te?
Zitto oje core, ca 'nterra Pusilleco,
veco n'ombra ca segno mme fa
Na manella e na voce
mme chiamano:
fra sti bracce Maria vo' turna
Dorme 'o mare...Oje belle viene
'ncielo 'a luna saglie e va.
Vita mia!
Vita mia mme vuo' bene
Ca is e suonno nun farme sceta.
Dorme 'o mare...voca, vo'
THE FISHERMAN OF PUSILLECO
Fisherman, this sea is Pusilleco
that each night I hear singing
Fisherman, these words are tears
because Maria is far away from me.
The sea sleeps... row, row
Everything is at peace around me.
But why,
but why did you leave me
while I am dying tonight for you?
Oh my leader of Pusilleco,
the moon appears and comes to kiss you.
How many nights have I lost
the night watch
how many days have I seen it clear!
The sea sleeps... row, row
Everything is at peace around me.
But why,
but why did you leave me
while I am dying tonight for you?
Silence this heart that lands in Pusilleco
Old shadow signals me
A little hand and a voice
call to me
in these arms of Maria I want to return.
Sleep, oh sea...this beauty comes;
in the sky the moon rises and goes.
My life!
My life, she doesn't love me,
don't make me accept it.
The sea sleeps... row, row.
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9 авг 2011
