Le Mantellate - Ornella Vanoni

di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano

versione 1961

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son soltanto celle scure

Una campana sona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo non ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.

Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto

Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio

Sacco de paglia al posto del tuo letto

Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son soltanto celle scure

Una campana sona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo non ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto

Domenica mattina alla funzione

Tre mesi che me svejo e che t’aspetto

Cent’anni che s'?

chiuso 'sto portone.

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son soltanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo no ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Ornella Vanoni

LE MANTELLATE

di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano

versione live 1971

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son sortanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.

Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto

Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio

Sacco de paja ar posto der tu' letto

Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son sortanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto

Domenica mattina alla funzione

Cent’anni che me svejo e che t’aspetto

Cent’anni che s'?

chiuso 'sto portone.

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Le Mantellate son delle sore

A Roma son soltanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Ornella Vanoni

LE MANTELLATE

di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano

versione 1982

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son sortanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.

Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto

Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio

Sacco de paja ar posto der tu' letto

Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Le Mantellate son delle suore

A Roma son sortanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto

Domenica mattina alla funzione

Cent’anni che me svejo e che t’aspetto

Cent’anni che s'?

chiuso 'sto portone.

Le Mantellate son delle sore

A Roma son soltanto celle scure

Una campana suona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Gabriella Ferri

LE MANTELLATE

di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Le Mantellate so' delle suore

Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure

'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto

Sulla facciata de' 'n convento vecchio

Sacco de paja ar posto de 'sto letto

Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua drento ar secchio.

Le Mantellate so' de le suore

Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure

'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.

Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto

Domenica matina alla funzione

Tre mesi che me svejo e che t’aspetto

Cent’anni che sta chiuso 'sto portone.

Le Mantellate so' de le suore

Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure

'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore

Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura

Ma che parlate a fa'

Ma che parlate a fa'

Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.

(Grazie a Luigi per questo testo)

by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan

1961 version

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are only dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not there inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Women's Prison they wrote to us

On the facade of an old convent

Straw bag instead of your bed

Half a loaf and water in a bucket.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are only dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not there inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

In love, have faith they told us

Sunday morning at the service

Three months that I woke up and wait for you

A hundred years what s'?

this door is closed.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are only dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Ornella Vanoni

THE CAPE

by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan

live version 1971

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are sort of dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Women's Prison they wrote to us

On the facade of an old convent

Sacco de paja ar place der you 'bed

Half a loaf and water in a bucket.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are sort of dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

In love, have faith they told us

Sunday morning at the service

A hundred years since I woke up and wait for you

A hundred years what s'?

this door is closed.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

The Mantellate are of the sisters

In Rome they are only dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Ornella Vanoni

THE CAPE

by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan

1982 version

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are sort of dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Women's Prison they wrote to us

On the facade of an old convent

Sacco de paja ar place der you 'bed

Half a loaf and water in a bucket.

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

In Rome they are sort of dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

In love, have faith they told us

Sunday morning at the service

A hundred years since I woke up and wait for you

A hundred years what s'?

this door is closed.

The Mantellate are of the sisters

In Rome they are only dark cells

A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not inside these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

In here there is only infamy.

Gabriella Ferri

THE CAPE

by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi

The Mantellate are of the nuns

But in Rome I am sort of dark cells

'A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Here there is only infamy.

Women's Prison they wrote to us

On the facade of the old convent

Sacco de paja in the place of this bed

Half a loaf and the water drained in a bucket.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

But in Rome I am sort of dark cells

'A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Here there is only infamy.

In love, have faith they told us

Sunday morning at the service

Three months that I woke up and wait for you

This door has been closed for a hundred years.

The Mantellate are of the nuns

But in Rome I am sort of dark cells

'A bell rings at all hours

But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls

What are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Here there is only infamy.

(Thanks to Luigi for this text)