2021.10.31.
Goodbye, My Jewel
I think of you and you fly with the wind
leaving me sad and alone.
My tears are useless,
I spend my days in agony.
Goodbye, my jewel
So you flew away
I’m thinking of you night and day
But you don’t pity me
Goodbye, my jewel
Don’t leave me like this
I wonder if you ever
Think of my night and day
If I could send into the air
this voice of pain and hope,
I would say: listen, my darling,
come back, I’m only waiting for you.
Goodbye, my jewel
So you flew away
I’m thinking of you night and day
But you don’t pity me
Goodbye, my jewel
Don’t leave me like this
I wonder if you ever
Think of my night and day
Goodbye, my love, goodbye
Goodbye and au revoir
I’m thinking of you night and day
But you don’t pity me
Goodbye, my love, goodbye
Don’t leave me like this
I wonder if you ever
Night and day, you ever think of me…
2020.11.05.
My Wife
My wife, pompous and elegant,
is as bewitching as the flourished May.
Poor me, when I'm thirsty
crestfallen I go to the fountain.
My wife makes the bed,
her part well done and tidy,
my part all messed up.
Oh, what a wife I found!
Birori Borore, Borore Birori, Birori Borore e Macomer
My wife makes macaroni,
she makes three, hard like spears,
one of them falls and kills the puppy:
my wife is brainless.
My wife, when she cooks the meat,
she eats all the pulp
and leaves to me the cleaned bone.
Oh, what a wife I found!
Birori Borore, Borore Birori, Birori Borore and Macomer
My wife, when she cooks sauce,
she flavours it with mud and snot
and tells me it's grated cheese.
Oh, what a wife I found!
My wife, if she buys wine,
drinks half of it on the way
and tells me: “it was badly measured”.
Oh, what a wife I found!
Birori Borore, Borore Birori, Birori Borore and Macomer
My wife, when she asks for fire,
she sheds it everywhere
and tells me they didn't give it to her.
Oh, what a wife I found!
My wife goes to mass
but she goes around all the stores
and tells me she took communion.
Oh, what a wife I found!
Birori Borore, Borore Birori, Birori Borore and Macomer
My wife, my wife,
my wife goes to mass
to worship, to worship,
to worship St. Pantaleon.
She prays to him that I die
and I pray to him that she dies.
But I pray to him that she dies.
Birori Borore, Borore Birori, Birori Borore and Macomer