Li mennuli sù tutti scutulati
E lu tempu già 'ncumincia a rifriscari.
E la pampina di l'aliva, di l'aliva la pampina,
Veni lu ventu e la cutulia, la cimiddia, cascari la fa.
Veni lu ventu e la cutulia, la cimiddia, cascari la fa.
'Nti 'stu silenziu e 'sta malincunia
Juncinu certi vuci di luntanu.
E la pampina di l'aliva, di l'aliva la pampina,
Veni lu ventu e la cutulia, la cimiddia, cascari la fa.
Veni lu ventu e la cutulia, la cimiddia, cascari la fa.
перевод Чернега Натальи
Every branch has been beaten*,
And the air grows cooler.
The olive leaf, the olive leaf,
The wind blows and shakes it, making it fall.
The wind blows and shakes it, making it fall.
In the quiet melancholy,
Some voices blend from far away.
The olive leaf, the olive leaf,
The wind blows and shakes it, making it fall.
The wind blows and shakes it, making it fall.
translated by Natalia Chernega
* Olive pickers in Sicily traditionally beat the branches with long poles to make the fruit fall.