{"id":4553,"date":"2024-04-22T19:03:09","date_gmt":"2024-04-22T17:03:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/antoine-ciosi.com\/?p=4553"},"modified":"2024-04-22T19:24:18","modified_gmt":"2024-04-22T17:24:18","slug":"babbu-e-figliolu-paroles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/antoine-ciosi.com\/index.php\/2024\/04\/22\/babbu-e-figliolu-paroles\/","title":{"rendered":"\u00ab\u00a0Babbu \u00e8 Figliolu\u00a0\u00bb – Paroles"},"content":{"rendered":"\nMANUELLU<\/b>
\nParoles : Ghjuvan Teramu Rocchi
\nMusique : Dany Revel
\n
\nOchji d\u2019ammag\u00e0 curicelli
\nSott\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019orlu di a barretta
\nNegri peciti i capelli
\nMurascu di pelle
\nSaetta ! Quant\u2019ella h\u00e0 trimatu a stretta
\nQuand\u2019\u00e8 t\u00f9 s\u00ec ghjuntu t\u00f9 !
\n
\nPiccu, cazzola \u00e8 scarpellinu
\nEranu quessi i to ardigni\u00a0
\nU corpu spessu \u00e0 viulinu
\nGhjucavi \u00e0 f\u00e0 u stringhji stringhji
\nPer u quatrinu o tr\u00e8 bastelle
\nImpezzavi muri \u00e8 muratelle
\n
\nEre t\u00f9 u Spagnolu
\nForse qualch\u2019andaccianu
\nEre u furesteru
\nEra megliu \u00e0 f\u00e0 pianu
\n
\nPropiu di core omu d\u2019arte
\nSguardu lindu quant\u2019\u00e8 villutu
\nEranu bone e to carte
\n\u00c0 Maria li s\u00ec piaciutu
\nL\u2019avete avutu a famiglia
\nAddiu ammosci \u00e8 parapiglia
\n
\nEre t\u00f9 Manuellu\u00a0
\nDi u Chjassu Suttanu
\nChjamatu p\u00e8 e case\u00a0
\nAlte ancu pi\u00f9 d\u2019un pianu
\n
\nI ghjorni di malincunia
\nRamentai u to passatu
\nDi Francu \u00e8 di a Guardia Civile
\nNe eri core marturiatu
\nT\u2019h\u00e8 parsu d\u2019esse in Paradisu
\nU ghjornu ch\u00e8 t\u00f9 s\u00ec scalatu
\n
\nEre t\u00f9 Manuellu
\nFigliolu di Barcelona
\nS\u00f2 carofani \u00e8 rose
\nOghje o b\u00e0 a canzona !
\n
\n
\n
\nUN HOMME \u00c9TAIT VENU<\/b>
\nParoles : Raymond Mamoudy
\nMusique : Philippe Marfisi \/ Antoine Ciosi
\n
\nDans ce pays si beau o\u00f9 l\u2019eau est plus rare
\nO\u00f9 il ne pousse rien sinon des oliviers
\nNotre famille avait peut-\u00eatre trois hectares
\nNous \u00e9tions quatre enfants peu de choses \u00e0 manger
\n
\nNous \u00e9tions divis\u00e9s par la m\u00eame mis\u00e8re
\nDans clans s\u2019\u00e9taient form\u00e9s issus du m\u00eame mal
\nNos coeurs \u00e9taient plus durs que ces milliers de pierres
\nQui composaient les murs de l\u2019ancien id\u00e9al
\n
\nAlors il est venu une nuit de d\u00e9cembre
\nUn peu comme un hasard le 24 au soir
\nIl restait \u00e0 manger quelque part sous cendre
\nL\u2019homme \u00e9tait fatigu\u00e9 mais les yeux plein d\u2019espoir
\n
\nAlors il a parl\u00e9 d\u2019une voix si br\u00fblante\u00a0
\nO\u00f9 il \u00e9tait question d\u2019amiti\u00e9 et d\u2019amour
\nIl a chang\u00e9 soudain notre bien triste attente
\nNous l\u2019avons \u00e9cout\u00e9 jusqu\u2019au lever du jour
\n
\nAu bout de quelques temps tous les gens du village
\nN\u2019avaient d\u2019yeux que pour lui il apportait la vie
\nIl disait aux enfants des histoires sans \u00e2ge
\nQui racontaient surtout les hommes et leur magie
\n
\nLes mots sortaient de lui en couleurs en eaux-fortes
\nLe langage \u00e9tait beau et il nous fascinait
\nEn entendant son pas on ouvrait tous nos portes
\nIl connaissait nos coeurs il savait nous parler
\n
\nAlors il a chang\u00e9 nos esprits et nos \u00e2mes
\nEn un temps presque bleu nous \u00e9tions r\u00e9unis
\nPar le m\u00eame souci de ranimer la flamme
\nQui nous avait quitt\u00e9s depuis des d\u00e9cennies
\n
\nPuis il est reparti comme partent les r\u00eaves
\nAux portes de l\u2019\u00e9t\u00e9 comme se meurt le jour
\nMais il nous a laiss\u00e9 du merveilleux du r\u00eave
\nIl avait ramen\u00e9 tout simplement l\u2019amour
\n
\n
\n
\nCASA PATERNA<\/b>\u00a0\u00a0
\nParoles : Tintin Pasqualini
\nMusique : Vincent Orsini
\n
\nDi tristezza cus\u00ec bella
\nPer li mio ochji amurosi
\nPassendu p\u00e8 a stradella
\nVecu i purtelli chjosi
\nS\u2019aprenu \u00e0 u rimore
\nDi stu passu furesteru
\nCh\u00ec ci porta cun amore
\nE so pi\u00f9 belle preghere
\n
\nU sulaghju trizineghja
\n\u00c0 stu passu cunnisciutu
\nSi ramenta qualch\u00ec veghja
\nPare dumand\u00e0 aiutu
\nU fucone sempre in brusta
\nS\u2019h\u00e8 spentu quandu Babbone
\nDopu a so vita frusta
\nCacci\u00f2 l\u2019ultimu tizzone
\n
\nQuandu mi ne v\u00f2 pensosu
\nDopu av\u00e8 passatu un ora
\nChjama d\u2019un lagnu pietosu
\nDicendu \u201cs\u00ec digi\u00e0 fora\u201d ?
\nNe ripigliu a stradella
\n\u00c8 fin\u2019\u00e0 ch\u2019o l\u2019aghju in vista
\nMi rigirgu versu ella
\nTorna sola \u00e8 ancu pi\u00f9 trista
\n
\n
\n
\nMEDITERRANN\u00c9E<\/b>
\nParoles : Raymond Mamoudy
\nMusique : Philippe Marfisi \/ Antoine Ciosi
\n
\nM\u00e9diterran\u00e9e, M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nIl me semblait enfant qu\u2019elle \u00e9tait comme un voile
\nUn grand morceau de bleu qu\u2019on pouvait retirer
\nEt puis qu\u2019il resterait du sable et des \u00e9toiles
\nDes coquillages aussi de M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nMes r\u00eaves s\u2019en allaient clandestins en voyages
\nAvec tous les bateaux myst\u00e9rieux qui partaient\u00a0
\nVers l\u2019Orient fabuleux retrouver les images
\nDes \u00e9tranges pays de M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nM\u00e9diterran\u00e9e, M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nLes peintres les plus fous des quatre coins du monde
\nEn voyant ces couleurs ont hurl\u00e9 de beaut\u00e9
\nIls ont peint des tableaux que le soleil inonde
\nLe coeur saute plus haut en M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nSur la C\u00f4te d\u2019Azur elle se fait princi\u00e8re
\nR\u00eaveuse par endroit et comme apprivois\u00e9e
\nElle s\u2019habille d\u2019or se coiffe de lumi\u00e8re
\nEt dort dans un voilier la M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nM\u00e9diterran\u00e9e, M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nIl m\u2019a sembl\u00e9 plus tard qu\u2019elle \u00e9tait pacifique
\nBien plus que l\u2019Oc\u00e9an aux vagues tourment\u00e9e
\nSa musique est plus douce et bien moins path\u00e9tique
\nElle chante l\u2019amour la M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\nM\u00e9diterran\u00e9e, M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\nElle chante l\u2019amour la M\u00e9diterran\u00e9e
\n
\n
\n
\nMr LE DIPLOMATE<\/b>
\nParoles : Raymond Mamoudy
\nMusique : Philippe Marfisi \/ Antoine Ciosi
\n
\nJe me souviens de toi Mr le Diplomate
\nQuand nous \u00e9tions enfants du c\u00f4t\u00e9 de Palneca
\nTu \u00e9tais ambitieux comme on est acrobate
\nEt tu m\u2019aimais beaucoup, je ne te g\u00eanais pas\u00a0
\n
\nL\u2019ambition t\u2019a men\u00e9 au sommet de tes r\u00e8ves
\nEt je sais que ta vie n\u2019a plus le m\u00eame cours
\nEst-ce que de temps en temps tu respectes une tr\u00eave
\nEst-ce qu\u2019au fond de ton coeur tu gardes un peu d\u2019amour
\nMr le Diplomate
\n
\nTu as souvent chang\u00e9 de sigles et de banni\u00e8res
\nJe ne t\u2019ai pas suivi et tu m\u2019en as voulu
\nMais que veux-tu mon pays n\u2019a jamais eu vraiment de fronti\u00e8re
\nJe n\u2019ai que des amis qui ne m\u2019ont pas \u00e9lu
\n
\nL\u2019ambition t\u2019a men\u00e9 o\u00f9 tu voulais sans doute
\nEt tu es arriv\u00e9 oui mais dans quel \u00e9tat
\nQuand tu \u00e9tais enfant tu me parlais de routes
\nEt de chemins tous bleus qui s\u2019en allaient tout droit\u00a0
\nMr le Diplomate
\n
\nEt puis un jour tu m\u2019appelas d\u2019une voix si tragique\u00a0
\nQue j\u2019ai cru \u00e0 la mort d\u2019un \u00eatre que tu aimais\u00a0
\nCe n’\u00e9tait qu\u2019un deuil tout \u00e0 fait politique
\nTu ne pleurais que toi ton cynisme craquait
\n
\nEt puis tu t\u2019es repris et les journaux me disent\u00a0
\nQue tu es le vainqueur de ce nouveau complot
\nQuant \u00e0 moi tu ne peux me faire de surprise
\nParce que moi je sais de quoi tu vis je sais ce que tu vaux
\n
\nL\u2019ambition t\u2019a coiff\u00e9 de neiges \u00e9ternelles
\nTu as les cheveux blanc et cela te va bien
\nMais je te plains souvent car la vie est plus belle
\nDans le monde o\u00f9 je vis tout comme un baladin
\n
\n
\n
\n\u00c0 T\u00c8<\/b>
\nParoles\u00a0 : Antoine Ciosi
\nMusique : J\u00e9r\u00f4me Ciosi
\n
\n\n\u00c0 t\u00e8 chi dormi quass\u00f9 in una tomba bianca
\nTutta acinta di machje \u00e8 di castagni persi
\n\u00c0 t\u00e8 chi m\u2019hai datu a vita, allevatu cun stentu
\nOghje si \u00e0 l\u2019Altru Mondu accant\u2019\u00e0 u to culombu
\n
\n\u00c0 t\u00e8 i mo primi basgi \u00e8 primu batticore
\n\u00c0 t\u00e8 i mo chjuchjulimi \u00e8 sunetti d\u2019amore
\nT\u00f9 chi m\u2019hai fattu am\u00e0 tanti pueti fini
\n\u00c8 sempre azziculatu mio sogni cantarini
\n
\nD\u2019\u00f9n sente a to voce nemenu u to passu
\nP\u00e8 u sempre rivecu a casa induve s\u00f2 natu
\nL\u2019andatura di u babbu
\nMi mancanu i to ochji
\nU to visu tantu amatu
\n
\nMi mancanu i to ochji
\nU to visu tantu amatu
\n
\n
\n
\nNEVE<\/b>
\ntexte :\u00a0 Ghjacumu Santu Versini
\n
\nI grataghji fulighjinosi\u00a0
\nHanu le so faldette bianche
\nE fate ch\u2019\u00f9n s\u00f2 mai stanche\u00a0
\nL\u2019hanu fatti cus\u00ec pumposi\u00a0
\nI grataghji fulighjinosi
\n
\nI licciaconi \u00e8 i pulloni\u00a0
\nL\u2019h\u00e0 vestuti tutti u ventu
\nDi causgiule d\u2019argentu
\nSbaccuneghjanu di ricconi
\nI licciaconi \u00e8 i pulloni
\n
\nU sole h\u00e8 spentu u celu pienghje\u00a0
\nPi\u00f9 terra pi\u00f9 monti pi\u00f9 machja
\nUn nulu di corbi rachja
\nMalasciu \u00e0 ch\u00ec \u00f9n h\u00e0 ghjuntu legne
\nU sole h\u00e8 spentu u celu pienghje
\n
\nNeva, di biancu d\u2019impanna u mondu
\nBellu granu sera pi\u00f9 tondu\u00a0
\nP\u00e8 i buiaghji \u00e8 i pastori
\nNeva neva \u00e8 neva fiori
\n
\n
\n
\nNEVA NANT\u2019 \u00c0 U MONTE CINTU<\/b>
\nParoles\u00a0 : Antoine Ciosi
\nMusique : J\u00e9r\u00f4me Ciosi
\n
\nA rondina casana h\u00e0 spartu l\u2019ale
\nIn cerca d\u2019altri celi pi\u00f9 caldi
\nMa ser\u00e0 di ritornu \u00e0 u veranu
\nFrancher\u00e0 chjuchjulendu monti \u00e8 valli
\nU pettirossu tuttu impiumicciatu
\nS\u2019appolla in una leccia \u00e8 conta l\u2019ore
\nL\u2019acellu notte intona u so cantu
\nSenza mai sfiat\u00e0 fin\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019albore
\nU sole si ne andatu \u00e8 u celu h\u00e8 spintu
\nStasera neva nant\u2019\u00e0 u Monte Cintu\u00a0\u00a0
\n
\n
\nTutta fatta di pace \u00e8 d\u2019armunia
\nPrincipia quella veghja paisana
\nCapifocu di lecciu \u00e0 brusta viva\u00a0\u00a0
\n\u00c8 intondu una famiglia sana sana
\nUn testu di fasgiole ch\u00e8 divizia
\nPulenda castagnina \u00e8 casgiu frescu
\nStalvatoghji \u00e8 strufette \u00e0 boccarisa
\nAmore \u00e8 alegria \u00e0 coppiu \u00e8 nescu
\nU sole si ne andatu \u00e8 u celu h\u00e8 spintu
\nStasera p\u00f2 niv\u00e0 nant\u2019\u00e0 u Cintu\u00a0\u00a0
\n
\n
\n
\n\nDITEMI<\/b>
\nParoles et musique : Ghjuvan Teramu Rocchi
\n
\nO M\u00e0 ch\u00ec vulia ditti,
\nTroppu spessu stemu zitti,
\nT\u00f9 in un scornu ed eo in quill’altru
\nQuantu ci manca lu passu
\nDi quellu ch\u00ec ghj\u00e8 quall\u00e0
\nPer azzicacci la pena
\nS\u00f2 ci parlessimu \u00e0 pena
\nTantu s\u00f2 a verit\u00e0
\nMa s\u00ec muta o M\u00e0,
\nMa s\u00ec muta.
\n
\nM’hanu insignatu di ditu:
\n\u00ab\u00a0H\u00e8 figliolu di banditu !\u00a0\u00bb
\nToccu quant’\u00e8 mi s\u00f2 intesu
\nPo c\u00f9 lu mio pugnu tesu
\nLu nostru populu offesu
\nBabbu sempre l’h\u00e0 difesu
\nQuale di voi \u00f9n la s\u00e0
\n
\nU lindumane \u00e0 bon’ora
\nTempu simu intrati in scola
\nNant’\u00e0 lu nostru tavulone
\nFoscu pi\u00f9 ch\u00e8 una prigione
\nUna manu di zitellu
\nC’avia postu un acellu bianc
\n\u00c8 scrittu libert\u00e0 !
\nMa s\u00ec muta o M\u00e0,
\nMa s\u00ec muta.
\n
\nSai, av\u00e0, dettu lu corsu
\nCi mettimu \u00e0 parl\u00e0 corsu
\nEmu tutti \u00e0 u curghjolu
\nUn nome di machjaghjolu.
\nEo, hai induvinatu
\nPortu lu nome di Babbu
\nCh’elli ci hanu incarceratu
\nCh’elli ci anu incarceratu,
\nMa s\u00ec muta o M\u00e0,
\nMa s\u00ec muta.
\n
\nT’arricordi issa matina
\nI nostri sogni in pulvina
\nEllu solu, elli sei
\nManittatu mani \u00e8 pedi
\n\u00c8 po lu si l’hanu purtatu
\nGhjustu s’ellu ci h\u00e0 basgiatu
\nQuant’ellu era curagiosu
\nBabbu caru u to sposu,
\nMa s\u00ec muta o M\u00e0,
\nMa s\u00ec muta.
\n
\nDa u mio pi\u00f9 prufondu sognu
\nOgni ghjornu cresce un frombu
\nGhj\u00e8 quellu d’un avi\u00f2
\nCh\u00ec partendu \u00e0 le prigi\u00f2
\nMi sbranguleghja lu capu,
\nMi trapaneghja lu core
\nMi discetu \u00e8 vecu \u00e0 Babbu,
\nIncatenatu \u00e8 prontu \u00e0 more
\n\u00c8 t\u00f9 ch\u00ec \u00f9n voli parl\u00e0
\nDimmi ch’ellu h\u00e0 da vult\u00e0 !
\nDimmi ch’ellu h\u00e0 da vult\u00e0 !
\nDite ch’ellu h\u00e0 da vult\u00e0 !
\n
\n
\n
\n\nS\u00d2 TRENT\u2019ANNI DUMANE<\/b>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0
\nParoles : Ghjuvan Teramu Rocchi
\nMusique : Philippe Marfisi \/ Antoine Ciosi\u00a0
\n
\nEre una giuvanotta ed eo un zitellettu
\nOgni tantu dicie \u00ab\u00a0Al\u00f2 fammi un basgiucciu \u00bb<\/b>
\n
\n\u00c8 ti basgiava o M\u00e0, forte forte, cun brama
\nCum\u00e8 solu a s\u00e0 f\u00e0 un figliolu \u00e0 a so mamma
\nCh\u2019o mi n\u2019andessi \u00e0 corre in siccareccia appena
\n\u00c0 f\u00e0 mangani appesu \u00e0 a nostra catena
\nTi sentia chjam\u00e0 di mane da u lettu
\nVen\u00ec ditti \u00ab o M\u00e0 ch\u00ec c\u2019h\u00e8 ? \u00bb
\nT\u00f9 cun affettu fec\u00ec una carezza \u00e0 e mio chjome bionde
\nCumu sap\u00e8 ch\u00ec conte eranu e to stonde
\nCumu sap\u00e8 ch\u00ec stava curatti \u00e0 e porte
\nDopu affanni \u00e8 dolori a manu di a morte
\n
\nEre una giuvanotta ed eo un zitellettu
\nOgni tantu dicie \u00ab Al\u00f2 fammi un basgiucciu \u00bb<\/b>
\n
\nBabbu \u00f9n c\u2019era, era fora, appress\u2019\u00e0 l\u2019animali
\nA finestra era aperta \u00e8 da i fiuminali\u00a0
\nUn pichju di tintenna latina cullava
\nUna zia era ghjunta, allibrava, accunciava
\nPrupunia acque dolce, sciroppi, tisane
\nT\u00f9 guardave u sole \u00e8 e creste luntane
\nEra ghjunghju, era festa, eranu e Penticoste
\nIn un sussuru mi dissi :
\n\u00ab in piazza di a scola t\u2019aspetta a to surella
\n\u00d9n la ti lasci\u00e0 sola, fala \u00e0 truvalla
\nCullerete stasera \u00e0 tempu \u00e0 u vostru babbu \u00bb
\nS\u00f2 trent\u2019anni dumane, \u00f9n voli ch\u2019o m\u2019accosti !
\n
\nEre una giuvanotta ed eo un zitellettu
\nOgni tantu dicie \u00ab Al\u00f2 fammi un basgiucciu \u00bb<\/b>
\n
\n
\n
\n\nSTAMANE SI NE VA<\/b>
\nParoles : Ghjuvan Teramu Rocchi
\nMusique : Philippe Marfisi \/ Antoine Ciosi\u00a0\u00a0
\n
\nQuantu s\u00ec statu lestu \u00e0 f\u00e0 e to vulate
\nTempu di a niscentria di e zitellunate
\nS\u00ec passatu in un lampu, tempu d\u2019eri digi\u00e0\u00a0
\nU mo primu h\u00e0 vint\u2019anni, stamane si ne v\u00e0
\n
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0
\nU sole s\u2019ell\u2019\u00f9n h\u00e8 pi\u00f9 quellu
\n\u00c0 boccarisa di zitellu
\nDa casa nostra \u00e0 l\u2019orizonte
\nDi lume ch\u2019ellu tessi un ponte
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0<\/b>
\n
\nU ci avemu allevatu \u00e0 u sole nustrale
\nVer di un bellu destinu u portinu e strade
\nFussi locu isulanu duv\u2019ellu h\u00e0 da camp\u00e0
\nPrimu fiore di veranu stamane si ne v\u00e0
\n
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0
\nU sole s\u2019ell\u2019\u00f9n h\u00e8 pi\u00f9 quellu
\n\u00c0 boccarisa di zitellu
\nDa casa nostra \u00e0 l\u2019orizonte
\nDi lume ch\u2019ellu tessi un ponte
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0<\/b>
\n
\nUn ghjornu tale \u00e0 questu ci simu innamurati
\nPer ellu ne h\u00e0 da vene ghjorni \u00e8 ghjorni sebbiati
\nQu\u00ec ser\u00e0 sempre festa quandu ci vulter\u00e0
\nA porta ferma aperta stamane si ne v\u00e0
\n
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0
\nU sole s\u2019ell\u2019\u00f9n h\u00e8 pi\u00f9 quellu
\n\u00c0 boccarisa di zitellu
\nDa casa nostra \u00e0 l\u2019orizonte
\nDi lume ch\u2019ellu tessi un ponte
\nStamane u mo figliolu si ne v\u00e0<\/b>
\n
\n
\n
\nI NOSTRI VECHJI<\/b>
\nParoles et musique : Ghjuvan Teramu Rocchi
\n
\nVoltu e porte di e citai
\nSegnu di tanti \u00e8 tanti guai
\nQuelle case \u00e0 ferisce u vede
\nC\u00f9 dentru di e nostre pieve
\nO quanti vechji !
\n
\n\u00c0 falli i centu mistieri
\nDi quandu s\u2019eranu omi fieri
\nLi ferma squarciature cruste
\nNant\u2019\u00e0 e mani pi\u00f9 ch\u00e8 fruste
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\n
\nMir\u00e0 e vene \u00e0 tiravita
\nP\u00e8 a so carne ingialliccita
\nCh\u00ec si ne collanu \u00e0 circallu
\nQualch\u00ec scornu di core callu
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\n
\nS\u00ec per casu scala un figliolu
\nLi s\u2019annoda u ghjargastrolu
\nCumu f\u00e0 per entre in sumiglia
\nQuand\u2019ell\u2019h\u00e8 in pezzi a famiglia ?
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\n\u00a0
\nDa durmitoriu \u00e0 curticelle
\nTr\u00e0 elli \u00f9n s\u00f2 ch\u00e8 zirmarelle
\nA sorte l\u2019h\u00e8 tantu mischina
\nCh\u00ec spessu chjamanu \u00e0 Falgina
\nI nostri vechji !
\n
\nLi seria tantu piaciutu
\nS\u2019elli ci avianu pussutu
\nStassine in paese \u00e0 u sole
\n\u00c0 cunt\u00e0 stalvatoghji \u00e8 fole
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\n
\nScartu di tamantu prugressu
\nU b\u00e8 ch\u00ec l\u2019h\u00e8 statu cuncessu
\nAlza e cunfine fatale
\nD\u2019un uspiziu o di un ospidale
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji\u00a0
\nEmu lasciatu cresce ognunu
\nU fragicu in l\u2019usu cumunu
\nMa di sapelli soli \u00e8 muti
\n\u00d9n basta \u00e0 esse dispiaciuti
\nS\u00f2 i nostri vechji !
\n
\nMandimu \u00e0 fine e saette
\nCh\u00ec spartenu a vita \u00e0 fette
\nMaestri di u nostru destinu
\nCi vecamu torna vicinu
\nI nostri vechji !
\nI nostri vechji !
\n
\n
\n
\nVENI \u00c0 PUS\u00c0<\/b>
\nParoles\u00a0 : Antoine Ciosi
\nMusique : J\u00e9r\u00f4me Ciosi
\n
\nDi punta \u00e0 u mare Tirrenu
\nCi st\u00e0 un paese inariulatu
\nIn li so cuntorni verdicenti\u00a0
\nCi campanu i mei
\nQuelli chi s\u00f2 smarriti elli
\nDormenu in campusantu
\n
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0 accant\u2019\u00e0 m\u00e8
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0, fammi u piac\u00e8<\/b>
\n
\nMentre chi u veranu spalanca l\u2019usciu
\nFr\u00e0 mille colori mi ci rivecu zitellu\u00a0
\nAccant\u2019\u00e0 Mamma
\nAccippatu arrent\u2019\u00e0 fiume
\nU mulinu di Babbone lenta una chjama\u00a0
\n
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0 accant\u2019\u00e0 m\u00e8
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0, fammi u piac\u00e8<\/b>
\n
\nOghje mi trovu in lu Pentetu
\n\u00c8 feghju \u00e0 l\u2019ins\u00f9
\nIncappelatu d\u2019un nulettu biancu \u00e0 l\u2019ora di e sciappittane
\nU monte San Anghjuli, briacu di sole,\u00a0
\nManda basgi \u00e0 l\u2019isule tuscane
\n\u00c8 \u00e0 le volte dice anch\u2019ellu\u2026
\n
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0 accant\u2019\u00e0 m\u00e8
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0, fammi u piac\u00e8
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0 accant\u2019\u00e0 m\u00e8
\nVeni \u00e0 pus\u00e0, \u00e8 canta c\u00f9 m\u00e8<\/b>
\n
\n
\n
\nLA MAISON DE CORSE<\/b>
\nParoles : Raymond Mamoudy
\nMusique : Michel Lisbonne
\n
\n
\nJe suis parti un jour chercher d\u2019autres lumi\u00e8res
\nUn ailleurs inconnu dont je r\u00eavais souvent
\nEt si j\u2019ai parcouru presque la terre enti\u00e8re
\nIl me faut revenir dans la maison de Corse accroch\u00e9e pr\u00e8s du ciel
\nO\u00f9 les fen\u00eatres plongent sur la mer qui fr\u00e9mit
\n
\nPuis un jour j\u2019ai d\u00e9cid\u00e9 comme l\u2019enfant prodigue
\nLe retour au pays d\u00e9finitivement
\nJ\u2019ai entendu alors une \u00e9trange musique
\nLa musique du temps chantait diff\u00e9remment
\n
\nDans la maison de Corse accroch\u00e9e pr\u00e8s du ciel
\nO\u00f9 les fen\u00eatres plongent sur la mer qui fr\u00e9mit
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019enfant que j\u2019\u00e9tais courait vers le soleil
\nC\u2019est l\u00e0 o\u00f9 je suis n\u00e9 et finirai ma vie
\n
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