Lyrics and translation Fausto Cigliano - Dduje paravise

Dduje paravise

Dduje viecchie prufessure 'e cuncertino,
'Nu juorno, nun avevano che fà.
Pigliajeno 'a chitarra e 'o mandulino
E 'mParaviso jettero a sunà.

Ttuppe-ttù!. "San Piè, arapite!
Ve vulimmo divertì".
"Site 'e Napule? Trasite
E facitece sentì!"

"V'avimm' 'a fà sentì ddoje, ttre ccanzone
Ca tutt' 'o Paraviso ha da cantà.
Suspire e vase, Museca 'e passione,
Rrobba ca sulo a Napule se fa!"

E 'a sera 'mParaviso se sunaje
E tutt' 'e Sante jettero a sentì.
'O repertorio nun ferneva maje:
"Carmela, 'O sole mio, Maria, Marì".

"Ah, San Piè, chesti ccanzone,
Sulo Napule 'e ppò fà!
Arapite 'stu barcone!
'A sentite 'sta città?

E sott' 'o sole e 'a luna vuje sentite
'Sti vvoce, ca sò vvoce 'e giuventù!
Si po' scennite llà, nun 'o ccredite?
Vuje 'mParaviso nun turnate cchiù!"

Ma, doppo poco, d' 'a malincunia
'E viecchie se sentettero 'e piglià.
Suffrevano 'nu poco 'e nustalgia
E a Napule vulettero turnà.

"Mo, San Piè, si permettite,
Nuje v'avimm' 'a salutà".
"Site pazze! Che dicite?
Nun vulite restà ccà?"

"Nuje simmo 'e 'nu paese bello e caro
Ca tutto tene e nun se fa lassà.
Pusilleco! Surriento! Marechiare!
'O Paraviso nuosto è chillu llà!"

Two Paradises

Two old concert masters
Had nothing to do one day
They picked up a guitar and a mandolin
And went to play in Paradise.

Knock knock! "Saint Peter, open up!
We want to entertain you."
"Are you from Naples? Come in
And let us hear you!"

"We'll play you two or three songs
That all of Paradise will have to sing.
Sighs and kisses, Music of passion,
Things that only happen in Naples!"

And in the evening they played in Paradise
And all the saints came to listen.
The repertoire never ended:
"Carmela, 'O sole mio, Maria, Marì".

"Ah, Saint Peter, these songs,
Only Naples can do it!
Open this door!
Can you hear that city?

And under the sun and the moon you hear
These voices, which are voices of youth!
Can you go down there, do you believe it?
You will never return to Paradise!"

But, after a while, the old men
Felt melancholy.
They suffered a little from nostalgia
And wanted to return to Naples.

"Now, Saint Peter, if you'll allow it,
We have to say goodbye.".
"Are you crazy! What are you saying?
Don't you want to stay here?"

"We are from a beautiful and dear country
That has everything and cannot be left.
Posillipo! Sorrento! Marechiare!
Our Paradise is there!"