Dives and Lazarus

Alex Comfort

Originale

La versione piemontese, dettata da una cameriera di Torino a...

DIVES AND LAZARUS Dives sat in the Hilton Grill Yelled for a two-pound steak When he saw that Lazarus Sitting at the gate Oh hungry man, go a-way from me Get back from my door Can’t you see I’ve company? Never come here no more, no more Never come here no more Sure I’m sad your baby died Don't you have the dole? You should to live on air Practice birth control? Oh hungry man, go a-way from me… I'm not greedy, I’m not bad I don't eat for me My pot belly working For our Free Economy. Oh hungry man, go a-way from me… Like that cutworm on the leaf I’m going to have my snack Eat the surplus day by day Until my heart attack. Oh hungry man, go a-way from me… I'm just laying down my life Keeping business good – You’re going to die of hunger, man But I'm going to die of food. Oh hungry man, go a-way from me… Ten long years are past and gone So the stories tell - Lazarus went Communist But Dives fried in Hell…

IL RICCO EPULONE O vérgine Maria, madre del Redentor, Regina del rosari, madre del Signor! Gezü Crist e la Madona andazio domandand, A 1a porta d’cul gran ricun limozna andazio ciamand. - Poduma pa fè limozna, ch’i l’uma nè vin nè pan. - Dè-me almanca le fèrvaje ch’a tumbo da vostra man. - Le fërvaje ch’tumbo da ’n man sun bunhe për ël me can. - O da lì dui o tre giurn cul gran ricun a l’è mort. A l’è andà pichè la porta, 1a porta dël paradis. San Giùzep dis a San Pietro: - Guardè ’n po’ chi pica lì. - O s’a l’è cul gran ricun, che d’limozna l’a nen volsǜ fè. - La porta dèl paradis l’è sarà e baricà. Ma le porte de l’infern a sun larghe e spalancà. L’an pruntà-je üm cüssin d’fiama e üm matarass d’carbun. - S’i podéis sorti da sì, tüti i pòver voria vestì. - O no, no, che vui da lì sortirei mai pi, mai pi. -