(Dialetto Calabrese)

A li cinc’uri Cristu già vidiva                                                                                                          a Giuda avanti da turba arrivatu,                                                                                            Giuda lu bacia e a li Giudei diciva:                                                                                    pigghiati a chiddhu chi v’haiu mustratu.

E li Giudei cascaru a chiddha via,                                                                                      sintendu lu nomu di Gesù mpalisatu,                                                                                                Iddhu li guarda e muriri vulìa,                                                                                                       pi pagari d’Adamu lu piccatu.

A li sei uri, Cristu fu liatu,                                                                                                          mani d’arretu e la turba s’ammassa,                                                                                          cumu  Petru l’avi abbandunatu,                                                                                                  Giuvanni lu segui e non lu dassa.

Cu cordi e catini esti trascinatu                                                                                                       e purtatu a lu palazu d’Anna,                                                                                                          a ddha fu di Marcu schiaffiatu,                                                                                             sputatu ‘n facci e ntortu cundannatu

A li sett’uri la turba s’affanna,                                                                                                  Gesù non poti cchiù, ca è stancu e lassu,                                                                                 grida la turba ca Cristu cundanna,                                                                                          l’hannu livatu a manu di Cafassu.

Cafassu sti palori nci dumanda,                                                                                                  “Tu non si’ giustu re, ca si’ re fazzu,                                                                                             si’ re du celu e di nuddha atra vanda,                                                                                           si’ re di morti, nci dissi Cafazzu.

A li ott’uri non poti fari ‘n passu,                                                                                                  pi curpa di la turba mattrattatu,                                                                                                     fu purtatu nda la staddha,stancu e lassu,                                                                                      di li capiddi soi l’hannu ligatu.

Trasiru schiavi, cu cori di sassi,                                                                                                   cu’ l’ungni li so’ carni hannu scarnatu,                                                                                   Iddhu li guarda cu lagrimi sparsi,                                                                                                  pi non aviri pietà l’hannu bindatu.

A li nov’uri, Cristu fu nigatu                                                                                                             di l’amatu discipulu c’avìa,                                                                                                              e comu Petru l’aviva ‘bbandunatu,                                                                                             Gianni iu pi m’abbisa a Maria.

Canta lu gaddhu e Petru l’ha nigatu,                                                                                      Canta lu gaddhu e Petru s’ammindiva,                                                                                      cerca pirdunu di lu so’ piccatu,                                                                                                       a li so’ occhi ddhu fiumi scindiva.

A li deci uri, Cristu non putiva                                                                                                        e fu purtatu a mani di Pilatu,                                                                                                          a Pilatu omu giustu nci pariva,                                                                                                      mi lu cundanna nci parìa piccatu.

Cchiù forti a turba si misi a gridari,                                                                                            chi voli a Gesu Cristu cunddannatu,                                                                                           Pilatu cerca sta priposta fari,                                                                                                        Cristu ha d’essiri da Erodi giudicatu.

A li undici uri ndi Erodi fu purtatu,                                                                                              Erodi mi nci parra disiava,                                                                                                           nci dissi fatti avanti scustumatu,                                                                                                      lu binidittu  Cristu non parrava.

Na candida vesta allura hannu pigghhiatu,                                                                                 ncia misuru e di pacciu lu trattaru,                                                                                               pacciu era Erodi chi tantu avia pinsatu,                                                                                      ca’ vesta ianca a la genti ‘lu mustraru…

A lu dudici uri la matri rrivava                                                                                                         e Gesù lu turnaru ndi Pilatu,                                                                                                           la so cara mamma arretu  li porti stava,                                                                                     vitti a so’ figghiu spostu e ssulicatu.

A tali puntu la turba ha gridatu,                                                                                                   ca vonnu a Gesù Cristu cundannatu,                                                                                             dissi Pilatu: Sta cundanna damu,                                                                                                 mi si flagella e poi lu libiramu.

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