Green Crow - Тарантелла
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Утро красит нежным светом
Помутневшее стекло.
Просыпается с рассветом
Итальянское село.
Растянув меха баяна,
Я пою под звон ручья:
“Io sono italiano”…
“Italiano” - это я!
Итальянские портянки
На верёвке шебуршат.
Итальянские крестьянки
Вяло сено ворошат.
На земле стоят канистры,
И под сонный разговор
Мирно курят трактористы
Итальянский “Беломор”.
Как живёт в селе простая
Итальянская семья?
Не скучая, не рыдая,
Сердце песней веселя.
Cosa nostra - это просто,
Это буря и гроза,
Это братья, это сёстры,
Это куры и коза.
Дед Пахом и баба Нюра
Зазывают на обед.
Широка у них натура,
И добрей натуры нет.
Вот-те граппа, вот-те пицца,
Вот лазанья, чёрт возьми!
Как же здорово напиться
С интересными людьми!
Morning paints with delicate light
Flapped glass.
Wakes up with dawn
Italian village.
Stretching the fur of the button accordion,
I sing to the ringing of a stream:
“Io Sono Italiano” ...
“Italiano” is me!
Italian footcloths
On the rope sheburchast.
Italian peasants
Slocked hay is tossed.
There are canisters on the ground,
And under a sleepy conversation
The tractor drivers smoke peacefully
Italian "Belomor".
How simple lives in the village
Italian family?
Without bored, without sobbing,
The heart is a song of fun.
Cosa Nostra is simple
This is a storm and a thunderstorm
These are brothers, these are sisters,
These are chickens and a goat.
Grandfather Pakhom and Baba Nyura
They call for lunch.
They have a wide nature,
And there is no kind of nature.
About Grappa, about pizza,
Here is a climb, damn it!
How great it is to get drunk
With interesting people!
Flapped glass.
Wakes up with dawn
Italian village.
Stretching the fur of the button accordion,
I sing to the ringing of a stream:
“Io Sono Italiano” ...
“Italiano” is me!
Italian footcloths
On the rope sheburchast.
Italian peasants
Slocked hay is tossed.
There are canisters on the ground,
And under a sleepy conversation
The tractor drivers smoke peacefully
Italian "Belomor".
How simple lives in the village
Italian family?
Without bored, without sobbing,
The heart is a song of fun.
Cosa Nostra is simple
This is a storm and a thunderstorm
These are brothers, these are sisters,
These are chickens and a goat.
Grandfather Pakhom and Baba Nyura
They call for lunch.
They have a wide nature,
And there is no kind of nature.
About Grappa, about pizza,
Here is a climb, damn it!
How great it is to get drunk
With interesting people!
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