07.11.2020
Song of the Sanfedists
At the sound of bass drumsHail the lower class.
At the sound of the tambourines
the poor have risen up.
At the sound of bells long live the peasantry.
At the sound of violins death to jacobins.
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.
At Sant Eremo
they've kicked their asses, *
to this shameless cuckold
they have placed the miter on the head.
Majesty, who betrayed you,
who had the stomach for it,
the lords and knights
they wanted to imprison you.
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.
On the 30th of June, Saint Anthony the Glorious, these rascals,
busted the lords asses!
The French have come,
and imposed new taxes on us,
liberté ... egalité ...
ypu rob me,
I rob you ...
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.
The French have arrived and already bled us dry
and voila, and volia
kick the liberty in the ass.
At the Maddalena bridge
Lady Louise stood pregnant,
and 3 medics that arrived, none of them could make her deliver.
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.
By the end of the war, on a dock,
they have downed the liberty's mast, they've caught the jacobins and teared them like dirty rugs.
It's the end of equality, and it's the end of liberty, for they have stomach aches now, gentlemen, go to bed.
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.
The rainy month went by, and so the windy and irascible and in the reaping month they've discovered your fraud.
Long live Tata Maccarone who has ruspect for religion, Jacobins to the sea, your asses are burning.
Its singing, the Carmagnola is singing,
advisers are singing
long live the King with his family.