This is the song from an awesome movie "Triplets from Belleville". It sounds hillarious but I don't know what it means (excerpt for single words like lasagna and Toronto) Would appreciate if someone translated it into English or Polish.
Zito maccherone
sono barbiere un po' più cieco
e c'ho le palle di un grosso toro pronto.
Un toro seduto
che grida "alè guagliò"
e a cavallo su un tarallo vola a Toronto.
Sulla scala di Milano
un guascon napolitano
scappa senza scarpe a cavallo.
Tutto non voler...
tutto non chieder...
e lui grande guaglione e se ne va..
Possessione ossessione
ossobuco pantalone
ha mia moglie militare
"ma non mi spare"(?)
Ha l'illusione di stagione
dell'amore in cucina,
pazzo con il mazzo nella farina.
Un macellaio incazzato
che bordello, ah che guaio!
con parrucca scaloppina bruciatina.
Questa è la verità... è la vita mia,
e i capelli si riveriterà.
Elvis italiano con le basette di lasagna
canta un formaggio un giorno di maggio:
l'alpinismo, realismo,
ditoni mambo e capo di Bombay.
I fagioli mi fanno loffa,
farete un po' di dolce, Genivoffa?
Senza scarpe di Cosa Nostra,
a cavallo su un tarallo
un barbiere cieco cieco
attenzione o il pennello vi rompe le palle.
A-ha!
Zito maccherone
sono barbiere cieco cieco
e c'ho le palle di un grosso toro pronto.
Un toro seduto,
che grida: "Alè, guagliò"
e a cavallo su un tarallo vola a Toronto.
Sulla scala di Milano
un guascon napolitano
scappa senza scarpe a cavallo.
Tutto non voler...
tutto non chieder...
e lui grande guaglione se ne va...
Tutto non voler...
tutto non chieder...
e lui grande guaglione se ne va!!!
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TRiplettes de Belleville soundtrack - "Cieco cieco barber"
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This song dosen't really make much sense even in italian, maybe the translation is not perfect beacuse there are a lot of words who come from neapolitan dialect.. and i'm from milan
Zito maccherone
i’m a barber a little bit more serious
And I have the balls (I don’t know if the singer really means “balls” or something else cause I don’t know the song ) of a big ready bull
A sitting bull
who screams “hey guy!”
and riding a horse flies to Toronto
on the “Scala di Milano” (I don’t know how to translate it cause it’s a very famous theatre in Milan :] )
A Neapolitan Gascon
runs away without shoes riding a horse
To not want anything
To not ask anything
It’s him great boy and goes away
Possession, Obsession
carpal, trousers
has got my military wife
“ma non mi spare” (I really don’t know what it means O.O)
Has got the seasonal illusion
Of love in the kitchen
crazy with his deck in the flour
An angry butcher
what a mess! What a trouble!
with wig, escalope, burnt
That’s the truth, that’s my life
and it will take to new life my hair
Italian Elvis with sideburns made of lasagna
sings cheese on a day of may:
mountaineering, realism,
big finger, mambo and cape of Bombay
Beans make me fart
Are you going to make a bit of cake, Genivoffa?
without shoes of “cosa nostra” (Italian mafia)
on a horse on a tarallo
a blind blind barber
warning or the brush will bother you
A-ah!
Zito maccherone
i’m a barber a little bit more serious
And I have the balls
of a big ready bull
A sitting bull
who screams “hey guy!”
and riding a horse flies to Toronto
on the “Scala di Milano”
A Neapolitan Gascon
runs away without shoes riding a horse
To not want anything
To not ask anything
It’s him great boy and goes away
To not want anything
To not ask anything
It’s him great boy and goes away -
Thanks
I didn't expect it would make much sense, so don't worry It looks a bit like "Mrs Dalloway", "Ulyssess" by Jamse Joyce or some other modernist bullshit I think it's all only about the rhymes. Anyway, thank you once again, I think I will learn the lyrics by heart and sing along with the record while doing the washing-up And I highly recomend you the movie "Triplets from Belleville" itself.
remember 'bout adding to my reputation;> -
you're welcome :]
yes i think you're right because there are a lot of rhymes without sense
and if i'll have the chance i will watch the movie :]
