ANNABELLE

E la vacança es comensàa!
e lo trabalh vau desmentiar!
charjo la maquina bandat
e per la via me vau campar,
vers de la còsta vau mirar
de la Lombarda chal passar.
Arribat en poncha, siu content,
paura veitura...n'en pòl pus...
taca a molar lo siu motor..
Me tròbo a pè, che pòlo far?
Que i à un pastor! Me pòletz ajudar?
Me dis "Bien sur.., vuei mac lo cul.."

ahhh es l'istàa, arriba la chalor e partir en pauc
vers lo mar e la Còsta d'Azur…la la la

Bó la veitura reparàa,
lo trafanari eschaudat,
taco calar vers Isola.
Tot d'un crep me chal fermar
que i a? un chamós aqui piantat
e de la via se boja pas !
Taco a bramar e trompettar,
aquel salòp me gacha mal,
"que vòs bocaç? me chal calar?"
Mi siu calat..e n’el que fai?
bassa i còrns tot d'un crep!
E desgenat me pilha a cornàas!

ahhh es l'istàa, arriba la chalor e partir en pauc
vers lo mar e la Còsta d'Azur
ahhh es l'istàa bó las fiors, tamborin e lo pan banhat
....lo pantai d'un amor

Laisàa la bestia e i sios còrns
me vau escapar d'aquel postaç
"bonur lo temps es bel encar!".
Ai pas finit de dire "es bel"
que gròssa e niera arriba pian
aquela nebia es sus a mi..
taco a grelear gròs coma la man..
e mi pian pian, siu al bachas?
es plen de nebias lo veu pas...
pico lo nas contra un cartel
que i a escrich ici de bel?
"que sies a Nissa! ...Janavel!"

La "Vielha villa" piena de gent
russos, almands, baróns engles!
lo miu patois es pas frances...
Ente la bruma e lo ciel nier
viro per òstes e per bicels
lo vin es char e cala lens!
La fin dal jorn es arribàa
me sio trobat bel e espelat
mas aquela mar l'ai pas trobàa...
enfin lo ciel que m'a ajutat
la filha de l'òste m'à ponchat:
...."a mesanuech vau desmontar.."

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ANNABELLE

My holiday begins
I forget work
I load my car up to the top
and I drive away on the road
I give a glance towards the coast
I must cross the Lombarda pass
I’m happy when I get up there
but my poor car can’t go any longer
its engine starts suffering
I’m left on foot, what can I do?
There’s a shepherd!! “Can you help me?”
He answers “Sure! In exchange I would only take advantage of your bum”

ahhh, it’s Summer time, it’s getting warm, it’s time to leave to the Côte d’Azur… la.la.la.la.

With my car repaired
and my bum hot
I start driving down to Isola
Suddenly I have to stop
what’s up? A chamois stuck in the middle of the road!
I start shouting and honking my horn
that bastard looks at me suspicious
what do you want, you billy goat? Do I really have to get out?”
I do get out of my car and what does it do?
It lowers its head all of a sudden!
And it starts goring me with no regrets!

ahhh, it’s Summer time, it’s getting warm, it’s time to leave to the Côte d’Azur… it’s summer time, with flowers, “tamburin” (little drum) and the “pan bagnat” (lit. soaked bread)… and a dream of love

Leaving behind the beast and its horns
I run away from that horrible place
“Fortunately the weather keeps being nice!”
I hardly finish to say it
when a huge black cloud slowly comes right on me
it starts hailing steadily
and I drive slowly, may I be on the seaside?
it’s cloudy and I can’t see the sea
I bump into a sign
what’s written here?
“you’re in Nice! … you idiot!”

The “old town” full of people
Russian, German, English gentlemen
My dialect is not French…
Through the fog and underneath the black sky
I go around looking for bars and glasses
The wine is expensive and goes down easily!
It’s finally the end of the day

I’m totally broke
and I could not find the sea…
but Heaven helped me in the end
the girl from the inn has eyed me up
… “I’m off at Midnight…”

ahhh, it’s Summer time, it’s getting warm, it’s time to leave to the Côte d’Azur… it’s summer time, with flowers, “tamburin” (little drum) and the “pan bagnat” (lit. soaked bread)… and a dream of love