Vinicio Capossela Il Ballo di San Vito live Notte della Taranta 2008

[@ilturco_]

Un capolavoro. Il "passato" che è ancora presente. Un bacio dalla terra di Vinicio

[@vitoraissa7208]

Grande!

[@giulianosulpizio3892]

E ci dice tenetemi fermo, e ci dice tenetemi fermo o il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa, ho il ballo di San Vito e non mi passa!

[@juliaandgiulie74pati72]

Io ti amo. Punto

[@SwitchAnt]

un grande vinicio...però qui, a vinì, attento che ti sta per venire un enfisema polmonare...

[@gianfrancovittoriostrazzan6804]

ST. VITUS DANCE "Il ballo di San Vito" English Translation Sausages, livers and visceras roasted And dancing torches, small, swinging blades Upon the church flaming spine. Wine, little stalls, red and dried land, Land of South, land of South, border land Land of where the land finally ends! And the Continent doesn’t worry but the wind does And the Continent doesn’t worry but the wind does Mustafà is from Africa And here blows the wind from Africa And he begs us 'hold me tight!' And he begs us 'hold me tight!' 'I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break!' 'I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break!' The desolation that was in the evening, It's blown off with the wind, It's blown off with the rum, It's blown off where it was gripped. Young and Elder pinched all over Young and Elder pinched all over By the taranta, by the taranta, By the tarantolata! Circle closing, circle opening, Circle tightening, circle tightening, Circle that hugs and turns you out! I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break! I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break! I fling straight into the ring of the vodoo And there I see that life is that very moment. Shoo shoo away satanasso! Shoo away the devil and it will break! Shoo away the evil I keep inside Else I can’t keep still! Shoo away the evil I keep inside Else I can’t keep still! To you and I! Let’s dance the dance of the swords Till the red gash of sunrise, Nobody waits for me, nobody waits for me Nobody who waits or suspects me. The Surgeon has got his eyes overturned And the Priest doesn’t care The Accountant doesn’t count Saint Paul does not forgive. I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break! I’ve got the Saint Vitus Dance and it doesn’t break! This is the evil I have got on me For thirty years, I can’t keep still anywhere I go, It rolls, rolls the boulder rolls down, It rolls all over, it rolls downwards And no moss is growing on the stone, And no moss is growing on the stone. Shoo shoo away satanasso! Shoo away the devil and it will break! Knuckles getting scraped Here they go the shivers ,with the Taranta, Taranta, tarantolata. *English-Italian Translation Service: WhatsApp [phone]

[@SoldierOfMind]

Peccato. Caotica