Palomma - Sergio Bruni Übersetzung ins Englische

Palomma

Palomma te chiammava mamma toja
Palomma e ne facive lacremelle
"Chella nun sape 'a casa soja
Sempe cumpagne e cumpagnelle!"
E comm'a na palomma tu facive
E â scola e add"a maesta nun ce jive

Ciento 'nnammuratielle appriesso a te
E nce 'ncappaje pur'io senza vulé

Palomma, Palomma ca vuole
Cagnanno nu sciore pe' n'ato
Si truove quacche sciore avvelenato
Fernisce 'e vulá!

Palomma e st'uocchie tuoje erano stelle
Nu manto 'e seta sti capille nire
Ma addó' passave cu sti scelle
Erano lacreme e suspire
Anfin'a che, nu juorno, pe' destino
Te 'ncapricciaste cu nu signurino

Ma cu nu signurino 'e chilli llá
Ca penzano a fá diébbete e a ghiucá

Palomma, Palomma ca vuole
Cagnanno nu sciore pe' n'ato
Si truove quacche sciore avvelenato
Fernisce 'e vulá!

E chillo ca giuraje ca te spusava
Na casa t'affittaje 'ncopp"e quartiere
E po', truccata, te mannava
'mmiezo Tuledo tutt"e ssere
Aggiu saputo mo ca staje malata
Fort'è si 'a tire 'nnanze 'sta vernata

E chillo ch'avri"a stá vicino a te
Sta nott'e ghiuorno 'int'a nu tabarè!

Palomma che pena a stu core
Penzanno a ll'ammore passato
Mo ch'hê truvato 'o sciore avvelenato
Nun puó' cchiù vulá!

Little Dove

Little dove, your mother called you
Little dove, and she would cry
"She doesn't know her own home
Always with friends and companions!"
And like a little dove you acted
And to school, to the teacher, you wouldn't go

A hundred sweethearts after you
And I fell for you too, unintentionally

Little dove, little dove who wants
Trading one flower for another
If she finds a poisoned flower
She stops flying!

Little dove, and your eyes were stars
A mantle of silk, this black hair
But wherever you passed with these charms
There were tears and sighs
Until, one day, by fate
You took a fancy to a gentleman

But with a gentleman of those kind
Who only think about making debts and gambling

Little dove, little dove who wants
Trading one flower for another
If she finds a poisoned flower
She stops flying!

And he who swore he'd marry you
Rented you a house up in the quarter
And then, dressed up, he'd send you
Along Toledo every evening
I've heard now that you're sick
You'll be lucky to make it through this winter

And he who should be by your side
Spends his nights and days in a tavern!

Little dove, what pain in this heart
Thinking of the past love
Now that you've found the poisoned flower
You can no longer fly!