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CANTO DEI MIETITORI, di Mario Rapisardi - 1883

poem by Justice - 1883 , Mario Rapisarda, music by Joe Fallisi - 1993

Guitar: Pasquale Ambrosino, Luigi Consolo, Roberto Ruberti, Ruggero Ruggeri
Pisa, 29/10/1993

The phalanx We are the reapers and
falciam crops to their lord.

Ben is the burning Sol, Sol June
that burns the blood and black snouts
us and we red-hot sickle in his hand, when
falciam crops to their lord.

We have come very far,
barefoot, ragged, with cane in hand,
sick from the air of the swamp,
to mow down the crops to their lord.

Our sons do not have bread
and, who knows, maybe tomorrow moriran, envying
lunch for your dog ...
falciam And we made the gentlemen.

Drunk with the Sun, each of us stumbles,
water and vinegar, a loaf and an onion
quenches our thirst, we train, we sated.
Falciam, falciam crops to their lord.

The sun is cooking, sweat bathes us,
plays the bagpipes and accompanies us until we fall
the open countryside.
Falciam, falciam crops to their lord.

Allegri or reapers, or harvesters:
we are, it is true, and ragged beggars,
but these gentlemen are so happy!
Falciam, falciam crops to their lord.

What do you want? We are poor populace,
we are born to live like Zebee
and to die to lubricate the glebe.
Falciam, falciam crops to their lord.

O gracious Father, fat ones or heroes,
be a bit 'where we mow:
Trescone dance the round dance and then ...
falcerem then heads to their masters.

Note: This refers to the revolt of the Sicilian Fasci (1892-94)

Rapisardi in public ' 83 verses social justice, that found widespread acclaim (its epicenter is in the Song of the reapers). This work nel 1924 sarà addirittura proibita dalla politica fascista.