E Da Piccolo Fanciullo Incominciai - Almamegretta, Piero Brega

Da piccolo fanciullo 'ncominciai

A non avé più bene 'n vita mia

E quando mi portarno a battezzà

Compare e la comare me si morse

Compare e la compare me si morse

Tutta la gente che con me veniva la concolina

Che me ci lavorno era bucata

E l’acqua non teneva

E quella culla dove me ninnorno legno crudele nun ce si dormiva

Li fasciatori che me ci fasciorno erano pieni di malinconia

La prima volta che mi 'nammorai piantai lo dolce persico alla vigna

E glielo dissi persico benigna

Se amor mi lascia ti possi seccare in capo

A un anno ritornai alla vigna trovai lo dolce persico seccato

As a small child I began

A had no more good 'n my life

And when they take me to baptism

He appears and his wife bit me

Appears and appears me bit

All the people who came with me concolina

That I was working there had a hole in it

And the water did not hold

And that cradle where cruel wood lurks me no one slept

The wrappers that I am fond of were full of melancholy

The first time I was born I planted the sweet perch in the vineyard

And I told him benign perch

If love leaves me you can dry yourself on the head

At one year I returned to the vineyard and found the dried sweet perch