I posted this a few years ago….and wanted to share it again for a nice Holiday tradition!
Tonight’s the night….are your stockings hung? All over Italy, children are awaiting the loot they will find when The Befana comes to visit. And all women are getting ready for their day….or are they? There’s always the question if being wished “Auguri” tomorrow is a good thing or not, since La Befana is an ugly old witch….and does it mean that whoever is wishing us cheer is thinking we are like La Befana? Quite a dilemma, huh? The story of La Befana is a cute one, and you can read about it on my post here: La Befana by Tesoro Treasures.
But today, I wanted to share a fun little song from 1978, sung by the great Gianni Morandi, about La Befana.
Enjoy!
Trullalla, Trullalla!
The Befana comes at night
With shoes all broken
With a sock
Around her neck
With carbon, with iron, with brass.
On her broom
To fly
She comes from the sea, She comes from the sea.
And the snow shall fall
On the deserts of Maharaja
From Alaska to Canada.
She’ll need to leave
And she’ll sing while she leaves.
She’ll dress like a woman from the South
And with the sock she’ll arrive.
The storm will win,
And she’ll sing “Trullalla”
The Befana will arrive…
Trullalla…Trullalla!
A child,
The size of a little mouse,
Inserted himself in the chimney
To see her closeup.
When she arrives,
The Befana,
Without teeth,
Jumps and dances for some wime.
Then, hiding, she backs away
With the night stuck to her skirt.
And a warm wind will blow
on the deserts of the Maharaja
From Alaska to Canada.
Only one star will shine,
and she’ll have to follow it
to fly towards the North..
and the road is long, but
the storm will win.
And singing Trullalla
The Befana will go.
Il Mio Tesoro 