Tammurriata Nera

I don't understand, sometimes, what's happening...
and what you see,
is unbelievable! is unbelievable!
A black baby was born, black...
and his mom calls him Giro,
yes sir, she calls him Giro...
Yeah! he spins and turns, yeah...
Yeah! turns and spins, yeah...
Whether you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
whether you call him Peppe or Giro,
that, the fact, is black, black,
black, black like that!...

They count the godmothers in this affair:
'These things are not rare,
they count in the thousands!
Sometimes just a glance is enough,
and the woman is left,
under the spell, impressed...'
Yeah! a glance, yeah...
Yeah! an impression, yeah...
Now let's find out who was
who hit the mark well:
that, the fact, is black, black,
black, black like that!...

The parulano said: 'Well, let's talk,
because, if we meet,
we'll explain this fact to ourselves!
Where you sow the grain, the grain grows...
it grows or it doesn't,
what comes out is always grain!'
Tell mom, tell me too...
Whether you call him Ciccio or 'Ntuono,
whether you call him Peppe or Giro,
that...the child, is black, black,
black, black like that!...