Faber
Last night I watched a documentary on Fabrizio De Andrè
great poet and musician of our time.
Grande Faber
Creuza de Ma (Mule sea / road that borders the two properties)
walls walls Umbria de main de Duve
dundi shall I come and Ch'an
Shadows of the sides faces of sailors
where you come from where did
go by 'n Scituate Duve in one-on whether to mustra Nua
and neutte to n'à puntou u cutellu ä gua
from a place where the moon and the night shows nude
has pointed the knife at her throat and milked
ESA gh'é restou Diu
Diau u EC is in the eu has run gh'è faetu u niu
and mount the donkey is still God
the Devil is in heaven and it became the nest
sciurtìmmu it to u but u pe sciugà and bones from Dria in Funtana of cumbia-a 'nta ca de pria
we leave the sea to dry bones dell'Andrea
the fountain of the pigeons in the house of stone
E 'nt'a ca de pria who ghe saia
int'à ca u nu du Dria that is the main
And in the house stone who will
dell'Andrea in the house that is not sailor people
de Lugan faces mandilli
du luassu preferiscian here that the people of Lugano ä
pickpocket
faces of those who prefer bass wing
Figge de famiggia udu de bun
you gundun
peu ammiàle without u girls family, smell good as you can see them without a condom
And 'ste Panse veue things ghe boiler
beive things, things to eat
And what will these empty bellies
things to drink, what to eat
frittûa de pigneu Giancu de Purtufin
brain de bae 'nt'u meximu vin
fried fish, white Portofino
lamb brains of the same wine
lasagne from the Fidda quattru tucci
paciûgu in aegruduse de Levra de Cuppi
lasagne to be cut to four
pie and sour sauce of hare tile (cat)
E 'boat nt'a du vin ghe naveghiemu 'nsc'i scheuggi
migrants du Rie cu'i cioi' nt'i euggi
And we will sail in the boat of wine on the rocks of the emigrants
laugh with nails in his eyes until u matin
growth from puéilu rechéugge
Frè and of the Figge ganeuffeni
grow until the morning that you can collect
brother of carnations and girls
bacan d'a marsa of rope and aegua
de sa liga and that it bears 'nte' na creuza de mä
master of the rope running water and salt
that binds us and brings us into a sea of \u200b\u200bmule