Calabria (e Calabrisi)
by Filippo Serranò
A look at Calabria and her people.
Calabrese |
English |
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Ti guardu e mi pari ‘na magìa ‘na fata nda nu lettu ‘ddormentata u mari chi ti faci cumpagnia e l’unda chi ti canta a serenata. Ogni matina quandu spunt’o suli u jornu ti rregala ‘nu sorrisu e tu ti vesti di li to’ culuri mustrand’o mundu un pezz’i paradisu. Fu Diu chi criàu ‘sta bellizza però...comu nde favol’i ‘na vota non cunsideràu la rricchizza Ti fici bella, si, ...ma senza dota. E criscisti cusì, comu ‘na mamma c’a famigghjia non poti ‘mmantanìri, fu chista l’ingiustizia, chist’u dramma, vidìri i figghji chi si ndann’a jiri... ma pe bisognu, pe necessità .. non certu pe causa d’amuri u sannu tutti chi chist’è a verità e chi ndi causàu ‘stu duluri.. Ma...si potissi vidìri nda ‘sta piazza quantu genti vinni mi ti onora si potissi ‘llargàri li to’ brazza mi stringi a chiddhi chi non tornar’ancora.. vidìvi... quant’amuri ‘ntorn’a ttia.. ‘Nc’è puru chiddhu chi si virgognava.. ora si guarìu da malatìa.. cu sapi di quantu tempu non tornava. È veru, certuni finìru a mala strata, ma la cchiù parti torna vittoriosa; dormi tranquilla ndo to’ lett’i fata.. di chista genti po’ esseri..orgogliosa. |
I look at you and it seems like magic to me a fairy sleeping in a bed the sea that keeps you company and the wave that serenades Every morning when the sun appears the day gives you a smile and you dress with your colors looking like a piece of heaven It was God that created this beauty however... as in the fables of once you didn't consider wealth You were made beautiful, yes, ...but without dowry And you have grown so, as a mother what the family cannot maintain, it was this injustice, this drama to see the children forced to go but for need, for necessity... certainly not for lack of love they know which is the truth and who has caused to you this pain... But... if you could see in this square how many people have come to honor you if you could extend your arms to discolor those who have not returned yet... you would see... much love around you... there is also he who was ashamed... now he is recovered from the illness... who knows for how long they didn't return. It is true some of them have taken a bad road, but the greatest part returns victorious; you sleep calm in your bed of fairy... of these people you can be proud. |