El me gatt

Ivan Della Mea (1940-2009)

A l’han trovàa distes in mezz a i orti
i oeucc a eren ross e un poo sversàa
me piasaria savè chi l’è quel ostia
che al me gatt la panscia al g’ha sbusàa.

L’era insci bell, insci simpatich
negher e bianch, propri on belée
se ciapi quel che l’ha copàa
mi a pesciàa ghe s’ceppi ‘l dedrée.

I amis m’han dit “L’è stada la Ninetta
quella cont la gambetta sifolina
l’emm vista in mezz a i orti ier marina
che la lumava ‘l gatt cont on cortel”.

L’è malmostosa, de bruta cera,
e l’ha g’ha on nas svisser e gross
vedella in gir fa propi péna
e tucc i fioeu ghe dann adoss.

Incoeu a l’hoo spetada in via Savona
dopo mezzdì, quand lee la torna a cà
ghe sont rivàa adrée a la barbona
e su la gamba giusta giò legnàa.

Hoo sentù on crach de ossa rott
l’è ‘ndada in terra come on fagott
lee la vosava “oi mamma mia”
me sont stremì, sont scapàa via

Stasera voo a dormì al riformatóri
in quel di Filangieri al numer duu
m’han dàa del teddy-boy, del brutt demoni
mi sont convint istess d’avegh reson.

Se g’hoo de divv, o brava gent
de la Ninetta me frega niént
l’è la giustissia che me fa tort
Ninetta è viva, ma el gatt l’è mort,
l’è la giustissia che me fa tort
Ninetta è viva, ma el gatt l’è mort.

My Cat

Translated by: Francesco Ciabattoni

They found it laying in the fields
Its eyes were red and rolled back
I’d like to know who is the scum
Who cut open my cat’s belly.

He was so cute and nice,
black and white, really beautiful
if I catch whoever killed him
I’ll kick his ass hard.

My friends told me “it was Ninetta,
that woman with a lame leg
they saw her yesterday morning
looking at the cat with a knife!”

She is grumpy and has an ugly face
a large, Swiss nose
if you see her walking around she really looks pitiful
all the kids badger her.

So I went and waited for her in via Savona
after noon, when she returns home
I sneaked up behind the old woman
and I hit her on the good leg.

I heard a “crack” of breaking bones
she collapsed like an empty bag
and cried “mamma mia”
I got scared and ran away.

I’m spending the night in jail,
via Filangieri 2,
they called me a hooligan and a crook,
but I know I’m right.

You know what I tell all you good people?
I don’t give a damn about Ninetta
It’s justice that’s done me wrong:
Ninetta is alive, but my cat is dead.
It’s justice that’s done me wrong:
Ninetta is alive, but my my cat is dead