SONGS OF LETTOMANOPPELLO AND ROCCAMORICE
OTHER ABRUZZESE SONGS WILL BE ADDED FROM TIME TO TIME BUT WILL BE UP ONLY TEMPORARILY, ON A ROTATING BASIS, DUE TO SPACE CONSTRAINTS.
"Desiderio Abruzzese" - a new oldie, plus "Lucenacappella," "Il Passarotto," and "La Jerve a Lu Cannette" are back - scroll down to download
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La Canzone de Lu Lette is a poem set to music; the poem written in Lettese dialect by Gustavo De Rentis, a long-time mayor of Lettomanoppello now deceased, sings the praises of the town. Allegro Giuvento de La Rocca, also in dialect, was written about 1948 when Roccamorice, a neighbor to Lettomanoppello, joined with the town of San Valentino in San Valentino's festa; the Roccamorice band and the young people of Roccamorice marched into San Valentino playing and singing this song.
We thank Costantino for allowing us to offer you these songs, and we hope you'll enjoy them as much as we do. La Canzone de Lu Lette and Allegro Giuvento de La Rocca will remain on the page permanently, but we will add other songs by Costantino from time to time on a rotating basis, so bookmark this page and check back often.
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("The Song of Lu Lette")
you will find only one in this world;
to live in this beautiful town
is truly good fortune.
Who comes to Lu Lette would never leave;
who was born here wants to die here.
It is small, but we are contented,
for we breath fine air,
and we sing and play
morning and evening,
day and night, at all hours
in this town we love.
Chorus:
Over there is the sea,
Over there the Maiella;
In the middle is this beautiful town.
The people of Lu Lette
are the best that can be found,
for they speak
what is in their hearts,
and they don't know how to be cruel.
They are a little rustic--
they are children of the mountain!
(They are like the thorns around the chestnuts.)
Here you will find joy and love of life,
you must come and see the young ladies;
whoever wants to fall in love
must come to Lu Lette.
In Lu Lette we sing at all hours,
In Lu Lette we know love.
Chorus:
Over there is the sea,
over there the Maiella,
In the middle is this beautiful town.
se ne trove a lu monne sole une;
a vivre a nu paese accusci bbelle
e na vera furtune.
Chi ve' a Lu lette n' ze muvesse mi;
chi ha nate a hecche ce se vo' muri'.
E; cicu ciche, ma ce se sta bbone,
pecche ce s'arespire l'aria fine;
e ce se cante e sone
da sere e de matine;
e la notte e lu jorne e a tutte l'ore
a stu paese que' se fa l'amore.
Riturnelle:
Alloche sta lu mare,
alloche la Maielle;
a mmezze sta stu paesette bbelle.
La gente de Lu Lette
e la cchiu bbone che se po truva',
pecche te' 'm mocche
quelle che te' 'm pette,
e nen te sa 'nganna'.
E' na nzi' rozze...
e fijje de muntagne!
(Ce sta le spine 'ntorne a la castagne.)
Chi gioje, amore e vite vo' truva',
ha da meni' a vede' ste giuvenette;
chi se vo' 'nnamura'
ha da meni' a Lu Lette.
Lu Lette ce se cante a tutte l'ore;
Lu Lette ce se fa, se sa, l'amore.
Riturnelle:
Alloche sta lu mare,
alloche la Maielle;
a mmezze sta stu paesette bbelle.
("The Lively Young People of La Rocca")
come from La Rocca,
with joy and happiness
in our voices,
with this song
of beautiful Abruzzo,
To join with you this holiday.
Chorus:
Between singing and playing,
we want everyone,
heart to heart,
embraced with love.
From the Maiella, we are
the flowers, the flowers
perfumed with love.
We have the beauty
of beautiful Abruzzo,
To join with you this holiday.
Chorus:
Between singing and playing,
we want everyone,
heart to heart,
embraced with love.
ve da La Rocca,
gne gioa e nge sorrise
sue la vocce,
gne sta canzone
de la Bruzza belle,
a combina gne vu sta festarella.
Riturnelle:
Tra sune e canta,
ci volgliame tutti quando
a' cuore e cuore,
bracciate gne l'amore.
De la Mialle nu sciame,
li fiori, li fiori
perfumate ngne l'amore,
tieneme la bellet'se
de la Bruzza belle
a combina gne vu sta festarella.
Riturnelle:
Tra sune e canta,
ci volgliame tutti quando
a' cuore e cuore,
bracciate gne l'amore.
(Abruzzese Desire)
A braciate con te cora cora
E senti stu delerio d’amore
Se mi veni se stiai con me
Sei tu vien a lu mare a bannarti
Su pa spiaggia deserto asulata
Tu vetri li stele del mare
E ti vengo na coronare.
Campagnolla abruzzese
Lu Profumo di mare
Pe na notte d’amore
E rinuzzia campa.
Sono un petto d’dore
Fa mi sta na nuttata
E ma brucia d’amore
E non posse campare.
Coi li treccia luciendi corlina
Tu na cedilla ancora mi para
Ma se femina pieno di fuoco
Sei ti guardo mi fai e m’bazzi
Se me dia un poco d’amore
E camina ginocchio nu mezze
E se poi sari la mia spossa
Solamente per te cantero.
Campagnolla abruzzese
Se nu raggio di sole
Pe na notte d’amore
E rinnuzzia campa
Se tu vai con passione
De stu core a malati
Fa mi sta no nuttatta
A dormite con te.
Embracing you heart to heart
And feeling this rapture of love.
If you come to me, if you stay with me
If you come to the sea to bathe
On a deserted beach
You will see the stars of the sea
And to you will come a crowning.
Abruzzese country girl
The perfume of the sea
For a night of love
I would renounce our companionship.
This is an embrace to adore
Let me stay one night
I am burning for love
And I cannot live.
With your shining braids Corlina
To me you still look like a child
But you are a woman full of fire.
When I look at you it drives me crazy.
If you would give me a little love
I would walk on my knees for a month
And if only you would be my girl
For you alone I would sing.
Abruzzese country girl
You are a ray of the sun.
For a night of love
I would renounce our companionship.
If you go with passion
For this sick heart
Let me stay one night
To sleep with you.
(Fire Flies)
Che notta calme e chiare,
gna luce nche sta lune la Maielle.
Vole, vole a mijare
Attorn’ a te le lùcenacappèlle.
Lùcena belle, lùcenacappèlle,
Vin’ ecch’ a me ca ti vojje ‘acchiappà;
T’ òjje passà’ nche na spinguela d’ore,
‘M pett’ all’ amore ti vòjj’ appuntà’.
È scrizze, è scrizzitille,
È verniçe che scappe da lu foche;
È stelle piccirille
Che cale da lu ciele a poche a poche.
Lùcena belle, lùcenacappèlle,
Vin’ ecch’ a me ca ti vojje ‘acchiappà;
T’ òjje passà’ nche na spinguela d’ore,
‘M pett’ all’ amore ti vòjj’ appuntà.
Venet’ a me, stellucce,
Mi serve na cullana di bbrilliante:
Vòjje che Marïucce
Ariduvente fìje di regnante.
Lùcena belle, lùcenacappèlle,
Vin’ ecch’ a me ca ti vojje ‘acchiappà;
T’ òjje passà’ nche na spinguela d’ore,
‘M pett’ all’ amore ti vòjj’ appuntà.
What a night calm and clear,
In the moonlight on the Maiella.
Flying, flying by the thousands
Around you, the fire-flies.
Beautiful brightness, luminous little hats,
Come to me, I want to catch you.
I want to pierce you with a golden spear,
To put love into your heart.
Snapping and crackling,
The fire-flies are running from the fire.
They are like little stars,
That come down from the sky slowly, slowly.
Beautiful brightness, luminous little hats,
Come to me, I want to catch you.
I want to pierce you with a golden spear,
To put love into your heart.
Come to me, little stars,
Make me a shining necklace,
So that Mariucce
Can become again the daughter of royalty.
Beautiful brightness, luminous little hats,
Come to me, I want to catch you.
I want to pierce you with a golden spear,
To put love into your heart.
(The Sparrow)
Coi mandorli di maggio
E coi li ciliergi in fior’.
Sull’albero fiorito
Tornava al vecchio nido
Lu Passariello ancor’.
Ricordo ogni mattina
Con suo frullo d’alle
Veniva primo sole
Per farimi ri’sviliar’.
E tutta la mia casa
Di festa si riempiva
E poi si addormentava
Al tramontar’.
Dove sta lu passariello
Dove andato chi lo sa,
Ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci,
Il cuore mi risponde chi mai lo sa.
Forse in fondo a quella valle
O tra boschi a cinguetar’,
Ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci,
Lu passariello mio non tornera.
Ed ora primavera
E ritornato maggio
Con mille piu color
Sull’albero fiorito
Pero non e tornato
Lu passariello ancor’.
Se guardo verso i monte,
Se guardo verso il mare,
Sento una stretta al cuore
Nell’a spettar’.
Dove sta lu passariello?
Dove andata chi lo sa?
Ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci
Il cuore mi risponde chi mai lo sa?
Forse in fondo a quella valle
O tra Boschi a cinguetar’,
Ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci-ci,
Lu passariello mio non tornera.
With the almond trees
And with the cherry trees in flower,
With all the trees in bloom,
Returns to its old nest
The sparrow again.
I remember every morning,
With its wings outspread
It would come at sunrise
To awaken me
.And all of my house
Was filled with happiness.
Then it would go to sleep
At sundown.
But now where is the sparrow?
Where it went, who knows?
Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci,
My heart responds who knows?
Maybe it is down in the valley,
Or in the woods, chirping
Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci
My little sparrow does not return.
And now it is Spring,
And May has returned
With a thousand colors.
The trees are all in bloom,
But my little sparrow
Has not returned yet.
I look towards the mountains,
I look toward the sea,
I feel a tightness in my heart
As I wait.
Where is the little sparrow?
Where it went, who knows?
Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci,
My heart responds, who knows?
Maybe it is down in the valley
Or in the woods, chirping
Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci-Ci,
My little sparrow does not return.
(The Grass in the Cane-Brake)
(In the villages of Abruzzo,grass was often hand-picked for the small livestock)
So jite a fa la jerve a lu canette, oila.
La prima fronne me la tajate lu dete
Jamme a la rintulella
Quande ci ulema ama, ci ulema ama,
Ci ulema ama, Ci uleme bbene.
Mittijta lu trene vimmi a ritruva.
E Mamme mi ha ditte e Tate pure, oili.
E Mamme mi ha ditte e Tate pure, oila.
L’amore nge lu furastire poche dure
Jamme a la rintulella
Quando ci ulema ama, ci ulema ama,
Ci ulema ama, ci ulema bbene;
Mittijta lu trene vimme a ritruva
I went to pick grass in the cane brake, oila;
The first blade cut my finger.
Let’s go to the place of swallows
Oh how we love, oh how we love,
Oh how we love, we love so much;
Come on the train and find me.
Mother told me and Father too, oili,
Mother told me and Father too, oila,
Love with a stranger is short-lived.
Let’s go to the place of the swallows;
Oh how we love, oh how we love,
Oh how we love, we love so much;
Come on the train and find me.
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