Lyrics and translation Franco Ricciardi - A storia e Maria

A storia e Maria

Sient amic chell ca te ric
Nun e truov ′int e libr e storij e chisti vic
Storij e prumess chi part e chi rest
Storij e chi se ward a vit aret a na finestr
A' gent ric ca Marij nun è mai nat
Ca l′anna inventat pe scriver e canzon
Ce sta chi ric ca na vot l'ha n'cuntrat
Er nera ner ca ballav a riv e mar e mo

Sient amic
Chell ca t ric
Sient amic
Chell ca t ric
A′ gent ric ca nun s′è mai nammurat
Chi ric ca int cor tnev a nu uaglion
Ca int a na ser o rett o cor e pur a vit
E dopp zitta zitt nisciun a mai saput e mo
Marij addò sta
Marij che fa
Marij nun se chiamm cchiù Marij e mo
Marij comm sta
Marij cu chi sta

Si ancor s'arricord e me Marij
Sient amic
Chell ca te ric
Nun e truov ′int e libr e storij e chisti vic
Storij e prumess chi part e chi rest
Storij e chi se ward a vit aret a na finestr
A' gent ric ca Marij se n′è partut
Chi ric ca la vist int a na chies addunucchiat
Strignev nu criatur figlij ro peccat
E dopp zitt zitt nisciun a mai saput e mo

Marij addò sta
Marij c fa
Marij nun s chiamm cchiù Marij e mo
Marij comm sta
Marij cu chi sta
Si ancor s'arricord e me Marij
Starrà in Americ nun speak cchiù italian
Fors sta rummenn sott a metropolitan
Starrà cantann na canzon american
Fors sta cantann o sol mij a Secondiglian e mo

Marij addò sta
Marij c fa
Marij nun s chiamm cchiù Marij e mo
Marij comm sta
Marij cu chi sta
Si ancor s′arricord e me Marij
Jeje sient amic
Chell ca te ric jejeje
Na storia vecchij comm e a vit

Sient amic
Chell ca te ric
Nun e truov 'int e libr e storij e chisti vic
Storij e prumess chi part e chi rest
Storij e chi se ward a vit aret a na finestr jejeje
Comm e a vit jejeje
Mai furnut
Starrà in Americ nun speak cchiù italian
Fors sta rummenn sott a metropolitan
Starrà cantann na canzon american
Fors sta cantann o sol mij a Secondiglian e mo
Marij addò sta
Marij c fa
Marij nun s chiamm cchiù Marij e mo
Marij comm sta
Marij cu chi sta
Si ancor s'arricord e me Marij

Sient amic chell ca te ric
Nun e truov ′int e libr e storij e chisti vic
Storij e prumess chi part e chi rest
Storij e chi se ward a vit aret a na finestr jejeje
Na storia vekkia comme a vit jejeje
Na storia vekkia mai furnut!

The Story of Maria

Hear me, my friend, what I tell you
You won't find it in books or stories
Stories of promises made and broken
Stories of those who watch life from afar
They tell me Maria never existed
That she was invented to write songs about
Some say they once met her
Dressed in black, she danced on the shore

Hear me, my friend
What I tell you
Hear me, my friend
What I tell you
They say she never fell in love
That she kept a young man in her heart
Who one night took her heart and her life
And after that, no one ever knew
Where is Maria
What does she do
Maria is not called Maria anymore
How is Maria
Who is she with

Does she still remember me, Maria
Hear me, my friend
What I tell you
You won't find it in books or stories
Stories of promises made and broken
Stories of those who watch life from afar
They tell me Maria is gone
That she was seen in a church, kneeling
Holding a child, the fruit of sin
And after that, no one ever knew

Where is Maria
What does she do
Maria is not called Maria anymore
How is Maria
Who is she with
Does she still remember me, Maria
She must be in America, doesn't speak Italian anymore
Maybe she's begging under the subway
She must be singing an American song
Maybe she's singing "O Sole Mio" in Secondigliano

Where is Maria
What does she do
Maria is not called Maria anymore
How is Maria
Who is she with
Does she still remember me, Maria
Oh, hear me, my friend
What I tell you
An old story, as old as life itself

Hear me, my friend
What I tell you
You won't find it in books or stories
Stories of promises made and broken
Stories of those who watch life from afar
As old as life itself
Never ending
She must be in America, doesn't speak Italian anymore
Maybe she's begging under the subway
She must be singing an American song
Maybe she's singing "O Sole Mio" in Secondigliano
Where is Maria
What does she do
Maria is not called Maria anymore
How is Maria
Who is she with
Does she still remember me, Maria

Hear me, my friend, what I tell you
You won't find it in books or stories
Stories of promises made and broken
Stories of those who watch life from afar
An old story, as old as life itself
An old story, never ending!