Any Italian Who can translate

[XesoS]

can any1 translate me this song ?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqVnV5f_ ... annel_page


thanks very much

[Kazook]

My name is Pasquale Cafiero
and am brigadier prison Oeneus
my name is Pasquale Cafiero
I Poggioreale from '53
cent and bolt
the evening I feel like a rag
Fortunately arm special
is a man of genius who speaks co 'Mme.
All day with four infamoni
robbers, pimps, horns and lackeys
all ll'ore co '' is fetenzia
spitting threat and s' 'to take cour' mme
but in the end m'assetto papal
I unbutton and I read 'or ggiurnale
I counsel with Don Raffae
I explained that I think and bevimm '' or ccafè.
Ah, that bellu ccafè
Sulo 'No jail' or knows ago
co '' a recette ch'a Cicirinella
cellmate gave us Mama.

Headlines twenty news
twenty injustices and the state that
is dismayed, indignant, undertakes
Then throw in the towel with great dignity.
I stumbled. I wipe my forehead
Fortunately there are those who answer me
the man-choice and huge
I ask consent to Don Raffae.
A gentleman who holds six children
asked a house and give us advice
the commissioner may God forgive him
'ndentro' a caravan there breed minks.
You get just one move, a voice
cha `Stu Christ lever 'na cross.
With respect, then became three
vulite 'to juice or vulite' or coffee?
Ah, that bellu ccafè
Sulo 'No jail' or knows ago
co '' a recette ch'a Cicirinella
cellmate gave us Mama
Ah, that bellu ccafè
Sulo 'No jail' or knows ago
co '' a for receiving Cicirinella
cellmate precise Mom

`Cca there is inflation, devaluation
and the bag has it who is he
I did not keep a compendium chillo salary
is a dream if both Dad
Add my innocent daughter
vuo 'or husband, nun takes patience
no wonder the grace pe 'mme
do you shave or you do yourself?
You hold a camel coat
that the maxi-trial were 'or cchiu beautiful
a brown pinstripe suit
so it seemed on TV
pe `ste wedding please Excellence
lend me pé ffare presence
I already take my shoes and 'or vest
like 'or Campari or vulite' or ccafè?
Ah, that bellu ccafè
Sulo 'No jail' or knows ago
co '' a recette ch'a Cicirinella
cellmate gave us Mama.
Ah, that bellu ccafè
Sulo 'No jail' or knows ago
co '' a recipe for Cicirinella
cellmate precise mama.
Here there is no decorum, prisons gold
but who ll'ha never seen, who knows
Cheste sò crumbling pé cchisto 'and bastards
held immunity
Don Raffae you politically
I swear it 'nu saint
but you have to pay a'cca dinto
chist'atre and drill if they are walking.
By the way, I want nu Brother
that fifteen years is unemployed
chillo did fifty competitions
two hundred ninety questions and complaints
you giving comfort and work
Eminence, I kiss and v'imploro
sleeping mom and chillo cu cu mme
that cream of Arabia which is cchistu ccafè.

Just using google... I think this is it. I was using translator so... Maybe it didn't translate every world.

[XesoS]

thanks for try but its not clean ... still some words not translated ... Some1 else ?

[Mark.]

God, I love that song. It's not very easy to translate, but I'll try now.

Spoiler!

My name is Pasquale Cafiero
And I'm a brigadier of the prison, oinè. (Oinè means nothing)
My name is Cafiero Pasquale
And I've been in Poggio Reale since '53

And at the 100th row
At the evening I feel so tired
But luckily there's a special row
There's a genial man who talks with me

All the day with four infamous men
Bandits, pimps, cornuti (it means someone has been betrayed by his wife, dunno how to translate) and lackeys
All the hours with this scum
That kicks threats and blames me

But at last I set myself at ease
I unbutton my shirt and I read newspaper
I ask advices to don Raffaele ( a mafia boss)
He tells me what I think and we drink a coffee

Ah, how nice coffee is
Even in prison they can do it
With Ciccirinella's recipe
Jailmate
Mom gave us (never understood this one)

First page (of the newspaper) twenty news
twentyone injustices and what does Government do?
He's dismayed, he's indignant, he makes some effort
Then he gives up with dignity
I rack my own brain and I dry the sweat on my forehead
But luckily there's someone who answers me
To that very chosen and immense man
I ask advice to don Raffaele

A gentleman who has six children
Asked for a house and they're giving us advices (what?)
Whereas, assessor, may God forgive him
Into the roulotte has visions (he dreams of becoming rich)
You (don Raffaele) just need a move, a word
And to this Christian they give some freedom (this refers to the fact that don Raffaele has some true power among autorities, so they will do whatever this boss wants)
It's three o' clock now
Do you want a juice or do you want a coffee ?

Ah, how nice coffee is
Even in prison they can do it
With Ciccirinella's recipe
Jailmate
Mom gave us

Ah, how nice coffee is
Even in prison they can do it
With Ciccirinella's recipe
Jailmate
Mom gave us

There is inflation, devaluation
And - there's- who can play in the stock market, who can't
I don't have anything else than that salary
And two numbers of the bingo if I dream about my dad (this refers to the fact that Pasquale Cafiero has nothing but his salary and if he dreams of his dead dad -people here say deads can give you bingo numbers- he may get some more money because he can't reach the end of the month with only his wage due to devaluation and inflation)
Moreover there's my daughter Innocenza
She wants a husband and she has no patience
I'm not asking any favour to you
Do I shave you or do you it by yourself?

You had a coat made up of camel's skin
That at the maxi-hearing you looked the best-looking one (don Raffale was given some punishment -jail- in a previous trial)
A brown-pinstripe coat
I think I saw this at TV
I'm asking your majesty for this wedding (I s'pose the brigadier's daughter's wedding)
Can you honour us with your presence, please?
I've already got shoes and waistcoat
Do you want a Campari or do you want coffee?

Ah, how nice coffee is
Even in prison they can do it
With Ciccirinella's recipe
Jailmate
Mom gave us
Ah, how nice coffee is
Even in prison they can do it
With Ciccirinella's recipe
Jailmate
Mom gave us

There's no dignity anymore, golden prisons
Who has ever seen this, who knows?
These -prisons- are dirty (corrupted, we may say) and due to this criminals
Have immunity

Don Raffaele, you politcally
I swear, you're a saint (aka good person, bah..)
You're paying your punishment here, in prison
While outta here other scummy criminals are feasting

By the way, I've got a brother
Who's been unemployed for fifteen years
He did forty contest (to get a job)
Ninety applications and two hundred appeals
You, who give support and job (he's a mafia boss!)
Eminence, I kiss your hands, I beg of you
He (his brother) lives with my mother and with me (he wants his brother to go away because his only salary can't support three people)
And how good this coffee is! (Crema d' Arabia is a way of saying something is really good)

Bit dodgy, but I did my best. I put in brackets some comments of mine.

Basically this song talks about a brigadier who, after a tiring day, goes to a jail-row in which don Raffaele is.
This man talks to the boss about Italy problems, about corruption, about criminals and he asks him to give him some help -about his daughter and his brother- because the boss has tentacles everywhere and he's just a poor brigadier.

[XesoS]

thanks mark for replay and translation dam love this song too .