Guaglione - Remastered - Roberto Murolo Übersetzung ins Englische

Guaglione - Remastered

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'Mmiez'a 'sta via,
Nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
Che pecundría!
Gué piccerí' che vène a dí
'Sta gelusia?
Tu vuó' suffrí,
Tu vuó' murí,
Chi t"o ffá fá...
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutt"a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
Ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
Si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
Va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!
Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
Sti mustacciélle...
Nun cerca a te, nun só' pe' te
Chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
Cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí,
C'è tiempo oje ni',
Pe' te 'nguajá!
Chi desidere 'e vasá,
Scordatélla, piccerí',
Ca si 'o ddiceno a papá,
Chisá comme va a ferní...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'Mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
Chi t"o ffá fá!...

Guaglione - Remastered

You're always here, hanging around,
In the middle of this street,
You don't eat anymore, you don't sleep anymore,
What nonsense!
Hey, little boy, what's this about?
This jealousy?
You want to suffer,
You want to die,
Who's making you do it?
Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be foolish, little boy...
Tell her the whole truth,
Because your mother can understand...
You walk back and forth under this balcony,
But you're a boy...
You don't know women yet,
You're still so young!
You're a boy!...
What have you got in your head?
Go play ball...
What do these tears mean?...
Go away, don't make me laugh!
Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be foolish, little boy...
Tell her the whole truth,
Because your mother can understand...!
Don't paint, don't smooth
Those mustaches...
She's not looking for you, she's not for you
Those beautiful eyes...
Don't think about it, go fool around
With the girls...
Don't poison yourself,
There's time, boy,
To make your move!
If you want to kiss her,
Forget it, little boy,
Because if I tell your father,
Who knows how it will end...
You walk back and forth under this balcony,
You're always here, hanging around,
In the middle of this street...
You don't eat anymore, you don't sleep anymore...
Who's making you do it!...