Il vecchio saggio
The Vad Vuc Lyrics


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Sempru setaa, sempru in quel bar
Stessa cadrega vegia, stess öcc incavaa
Ann da sapienza seraa denta in un bar
Anca 'na candela la va ben par ciciarà...

Parla e beef, a vegn föö tütt
Tanti esperienz i henn ann da fadiga
E tütt sa ferman, e tütt ta scultan
Ta cünti da tütt, ta incanti tütt...

L'ispiraziun la cola gio tranquila
E i gamb dal tavul a par che i balan
Ma dopu sa incanta, l'urigin da tütt
Eh sì, l'è finii anca l'ültim gott...

La gola la grata, i labri i henn squamaa
La lingua l'è sücia e ul cervell 'l po' pü pensà




La lapa la trota, però vegn fö nagott... Nagott...
E alura, scià sota, che 'n bevum ammò un gott!

Overall Meaning

The song "Il vecchio saggio" by The Vad Vuc paints a picture of an old man sitting in the same old chair in the same old bar, surrounded by the same old things. The man is a wise sage, and people come to him to hear his stories and learn from his experiences. The atmosphere is peaceful, with the only light coming from a candle on the table. The old man speaks of things that have made him tired, but all who listen are entranced by his words. As the night goes on, inspiration begins to flow freely, and the man's words become more animated. But even though the night is long and drinking is involved, the old sage must eventually call it a night, and the song ends with everyone sharing one last drink.


Line by Line Meaning

Sempru setaa, sempru in quel bar
Always seated, always in that bar


Stessa cadrega vegia, stess öcc incavaa
Same old chair, same eyes staring


Ann da sapienza seraa denta in un bar
Years of wisdom gathered in a bar


Anca 'na candela la va ben par ciciarà...
Even a candle can partake in conversation


Parla e beef, a vegn föö tütt
Speak and boast, everyone does it


Tanti esperienz i henn ann da fadiga
Many experiences lead to fatigue


E tütt sa ferman, e tütt ta scultan
Yet everyone stays, and everyone listens


Ta cünti da tütt, ta incanti tütt...
You tell your story, you enchant everyone...


L'ispiraziun la cola gio tranquila
Inspiration flows quietly


E i gamb dal tavul a par che i balan
And the table legs seem to dance


Ma dopu sa incanta, l'urigin da tütt
But after the enchantment, the origin of everything


Eh sì, l'è finii anca l'ültim gott...
And yes, even the last drop is finished...


La gola la grata, i labri i henn squamaa
The throat is scratchy, the lips are chapped


La lingua l'è sücia e ul cervell 'l po' pü pensà
The tongue is dirty and the brain can't think anymore


La lapa la trota, però vegn fö nagott... Nagott...
The talk turns to nonsense... Nonsense...


E alura, scià sota, che 'n bevum ammò un gott!
And so, let's drink another glass!




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