Lyrics of Le Mantellate - Ornella Vanoni

Le Mantellate (original)

di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano
versione 1961
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son soltanto celle scure
Una campana sona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo non ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.
Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto
Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio
Sacco de paglia al posto del tuo letto
Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son soltanto celle scure
Una campana sona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo non ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto
Domenica mattina alla funzione
Tre mesi che me svejo e che t’aspetto
Cent’anni che s'?
chiuso 'sto portone.
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son soltanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo no ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Ornella Vanoni
LE MANTELLATE
di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano
versione live 1971
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son sortanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.
Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto
Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio
Sacco de paja ar posto der tu' letto
Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son sortanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto
Domenica mattina alla funzione
Cent’anni che me svejo e che t’aspetto
Cent’anni che s'?
chiuso 'sto portone.
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Le Mantellate son delle sore
A Roma son soltanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Ornella Vanoni
LE MANTELLATE
di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi — Milano
versione 1982
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son sortanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce sta solo infamit?.
Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto
Sulla facciata d’un convento vecchio
Sacco de paja ar posto der tu' letto
Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua dentro ar secchio.
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Le Mantellate son delle suore
A Roma son sortanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto
Domenica mattina alla funzione
Cent’anni che me svejo e che t’aspetto
Cent’anni che s'?
chiuso 'sto portone.
Le Mantellate son delle sore
A Roma son soltanto celle scure
Una campana suona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta dentro a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui dentro ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Gabriella Ferri
LE MANTELLATE
di Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Le Mantellate so' delle suore
Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure
'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Carcere femminile ci hanno scritto
Sulla facciata de' 'n convento vecchio
Sacco de paja ar posto de 'sto letto
Mezza pagnotta e l’acqua drento ar secchio.
Le Mantellate so' de le suore
Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure
'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.
Nell’amore abbi fede ci hanno detto
Domenica matina alla funzione
Tre mesi che me svejo e che t’aspetto
Cent’anni che sta chiuso 'sto portone.
Le Mantellate so' de le suore
Ma a Roma so' sortanto celle scure
'Na campana sona a tutte l’ore
Ma Cristo nun ce sta drento a 'ste mura
Ma che parlate a fa'
Ma che parlate a fa'
Qui drento ce 'sta solo infamit?.
(Grazie a Luigi per questo testo)

(translation)

by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan
1961 version
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are only dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not there inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Women's Prison they wrote to us
On the facade of an old convent
Straw bag instead of your bed
Half a loaf and water in a bucket.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are only dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not there inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
In love, have faith they told us
Sunday morning at the service
Three months that I woke up and wait for you
A hundred years what s'?
this door is closed.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are only dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Ornella Vanoni
THE CAPE
by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan
live version 1971
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are sort of dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Women's Prison they wrote to us
On the facade of an old convent
Sacco de paja ar place der you 'bed
Half a loaf and water in a bucket.
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are sort of dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
In love, have faith they told us
Sunday morning at the service
A hundred years since I woke up and wait for you
A hundred years what s'?
this door is closed.
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
The Mantellate are of the sisters
In Rome they are only dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Ornella Vanoni
THE CAPE
by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
Ed. Radio Record Ricordi - Milan
1982 version
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are sort of dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Women's Prison they wrote to us
On the facade of an old convent
Sacco de paja ar place der you 'bed
Half a loaf and water in a bucket.
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
In Rome they are sort of dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
In love, have faith they told us
Sunday morning at the service
A hundred years since I woke up and wait for you
A hundred years what s'?
this door is closed.
The Mantellate are of the sisters
In Rome they are only dark cells
A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not inside these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
In here there is only infamy.
Gabriella Ferri
THE CAPE
by Giorgio Strehler / Fiorenzo Carpi
The Mantellate are of the nuns
But in Rome I am sort of dark cells
'A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
Here there is only infamy.
Women's Prison they wrote to us
On the facade of the old convent
Sacco de paja in the place of this bed
Half a loaf and the water drained in a bucket.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
But in Rome I am sort of dark cells
'A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
Here there is only infamy.
In love, have faith they told us
Sunday morning at the service
Three months that I woke up and wait for you
This door has been closed for a hundred years.
The Mantellate are of the nuns
But in Rome I am sort of dark cells
'A bell rings at all hours
But Christ is not there drento to 'these walls
What are you talking about?
What are you talking about?
Here there is only infamy.
(Thanks to Luigi for this text)