Candelora
Quanno veneva ’o tiempo ‘e Cannelora,
ferneva ‘a robba vecchia e asceva ‘o nuovo…
E tutt’’a terra comm’a ‘na figliola,
s’appriparava p’avè ‘a benerizione…
E tutte quante gruosse e piccerille
cannele ne appicciavano a cchiù ‘e mille,
pe’ mannà fòra ‘o mmale ‘a dint’’e case,
e pe’ vasà ‘e mmane a l’anno ca trase…
Siente siè,
‘stu sole che r’è,
t’accarezza comm’’a ‘nu rre
Siente siè
chest’aria che r’è,
è tiempo ‘e musica ‘mpietto a mme.
Magnammo amici miei e po’ bevimmo,
fin quando ce stà uoglio a la lucerna,
chissà si a l’auto munno nce vedimmo,
chissà si a l’auto munno nce stà taverna…
Siente siè,
‘sta terra che r’è
è riggina senza ‘nu rre…
Siente siè,
‘sta festa che r’è,
gir’’o munno attuorno a te…
Guagliona mia si vuo’ fa’ lu ballo,
nun t’aiza’ la vesta ‘o primmo ‘e l’anno
Candelora
When the time of Candelora comes,
we’d clear out the old stuff and bring in the new...
And all the land like a young girl,
would get ready to receive the blessing...
And all the big and small ones
would light candles, more than a thousand,
to drive out the bad from inside the houses,
and to bless the hands for the coming year...
Feel it, yeah,
this sun that’s here,
caresses you like a king.
Feel it, yeah,
this air that’s here,
it’s time for music in my heart.
Let’s eat, my friends, and then we’ll drink,
as long as there’s light in the lantern,
who knows if in the other world we’ll see each other,
who knows if in the other world there’s a tavern...
Feel it, yeah,
this land that’s here
is a queen without a king...
Feel it, yeah,
this party that’s here,
spins the world around you...
My girl, if you want to dance,
don’t lift your dress until the new year.