Lu Sciccareddu Mbriacu

This is the story of a drunk donkey
Who didn't want to pull the cart anymore
So the owner, with a stick,
Gave him four whacks on the back
But the donkey doesn't walk
He doesn't care at all,
He doesn't feel the beatings
And he always stands still.

And the owner, all angry
Like a madman, he cursed:
'We have to go to the mill
And go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
We have to make him work!'

But the drunk donkey doesn't walk
He doesn't care at all,
He doesn't feel the beatings
And he always stands still.

'hi ho, hi ho, hi ho, ha...'

'But in the end, will he walk or not, huh?'
'haaaa...'

Then they met a friend
'If you understand the advice of a friend
If you really want to make him walk
You have to give him a little wine
If you please his palate
With a little sip
That's how he gets excited
And you'll see, he'll walk'

But the owner exaggerated
A whole jug of old wine
The drunk donkey... got drunk..
And go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

But the donkey doesn't walk
He doesn't care at all,
The owners are crazy
Pulling their hair out
Now he's lying on the ground
The donkey fell asleep...
'haahahahah..ahh..'