Tramontana (BG)
One Chinese was a master of the underground singing.
He was singing only ditties.
Every Thursday he walked to the tea house,
Where him waited two sisters-laughers.
He was singing when him were dressing;
He was singing when him were burying;
He said: Now to me is not place in the grave.
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana
One woman was teaching the language of Atlantis,
Sitting on the roof.
Neighbors saw how every night
To her flock together yogis and bats.
One priest has entered with her into a dispute;
He secretly always wanted her body;
When he pulled out his argument,
She laughed, she flew away...
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana
One sailor was restoring antique furniture
And gulped with it sorrow
Every night he was descending into the garage
And was digging an underground passage to reach the sea
Thirty years – he finished digging
He came out somewhere in the desert
He fell on his knees into the salty waves
And snuggled up to them with his lips as if to a shrine
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana...
One Chinese was a master of the underground singing.
He was singing only ditties.
Every Thursday he walked to the tea house,
Where him waited two sisters-laughers.
He was singing when him were dressing;
He was singing when him were burying;
He said: Now to me is not place in the grave.
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana
One woman was teaching the language of Atlantis,
Sitting on the roof.
Neighbors saw how every night
To her flock together yogis and bats.
One priest has entered with her into a dispute;
He secretly always wanted her body;
When he pulled out his argument,
She laughed, she flew away...
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana
One sailor was restoring antique furniture
And gulped with it sorrow
Every night he was descending into the garage
And was digging an underground passage to reach the sea
Thirty years – he finished digging
He came out somewhere in the desert
He fell on his knees into the salty waves
And snuggled up to them with his lips as if to a shrine
Life is crawling like a snake in the grass
While we're leading a round dance at the fountain
Now you're in kings
But what you will dance
When from behind the mountains
Will begin to blow tramontana...