A la via! - Lo paure satan & er dei tripetas | Текст песни

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Lo paure Satan es blet
Se'n va cuèch coma un polet
Morrà de la macadura
Tura lura lura
I a un pichòt que lo tafura
Lan lan tura lura lura lo.

L'enfant que ven d'arribar
L'a quasi coma crebat
L'a mes en paura postura
Tura lura lura
Pareirà plus qu'en pintura
Lan lan tura lura lura lo.

La Pruneta e lei Mions
Li an donat de baston
L'an colhut dins la fritura
Tura lura lura
Sembla paura pescadura
Lan lan tura lura lura lo.

Se disiá diable d'onor
E fasiá lo grand senhor
A mordut una poma dura
Tura lura lura
Una poma non madura
Lan lan tura lura lura lo.

Poor Satan is drained
He's as cooked* as a chicken
He'll die from the bruises
Tura lura lura
There's a little one worrying him
Lan lan tura lura lura loo.

The child who's just arrived
Nearly like killed him,
He put him in a bad position
Tura lura lura
We won't see him but in paintings**
Lan lan tura lura lura loo.

Prunette and the Mions***
Beat him with a stick
They fried him in fat
Tura lura lura
He looks like a mean catch
Lan lan tura lura lura loo.

He'd say he was a devil of honor
And he'd act as if a great lord
He bit a hard apple
Tura lura lura
An unripe apple
Lan lan tura lura loo.

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