Lyrics and translation Mina - Era de maggio

Era de maggio

Era de maggio e te cadéano ′nzino,
A schiocche a schiocche, li ccerase rosse
Fresca era ll'aria e tutto lu ciardino
Addurava de rose a ciento passe
Era de maggio, io no, nun mme ne scordo,
Na canzone cantávamo a doje voce
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n′arricordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce
E diceva: "Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaje,
Tu mme lasse, io conto ll'ore
Chisà quanno turnarraje!"
Rispunnev′io: "Turnarraggio
Quanno tornano li rrose
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá."
E só′ turnato e mo, comm'a na vota,
Cantammo ′nzieme la canzona antica;
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma ′ammore vero no, nun vota vico
De te, bellezza mia, mme 'nnammuraje,
Si t′arricuorde, 'nnanz'a la funtana:
Ll′acqua, llá dinto, nun se sécca maje,
E ferita d′ammore nun se sana
Nun se sana: ca sanata,
Si se fosse, gioja mia,
'Mmiez′a st'aria ′mbarzamata,
A guardarte io nun starría!
E te dico: "Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io só'
Torna maggio e torna ′ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó'!
Torna maggio e torna ′ammore:
Fa′ de me chello che vuó'!"

May Was Here

It was May and they were falling on the ground,
In bunches and bunches, the plump, red cherries
The air was fresh and the whole garden
Was redolent with the scent of roses for a hundred paces
It was May, I can't forget it,
We sang a song in two voices
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
The air was fresh and the song was sweet
And it said: "Heart, heart!
My heart, you're going far away,
You're leaving me, I'm counting the hours
Who knows when you'll return!"
I answered: "I'll come back
When the roses bloom again
If this flower blooms again in May,
In May, I'll still be here
If this flower blooms again in May,
In May, I'll still be here."
And I've returned, and now, just like before,
We'll sing that old song together;
Time passes and the world turns,
But true love no, it doesn't change its path
I fell in love with you, my beauty,
If you remember, in front of the fountain:
The water in it never runs dry,
And the wound of love never heals
It doesn't heal: because healed,
If it were, my joy,
Amidst this fragrant air,
I wouldn't be here gazing upon you!
And I tell you: "Heart, heart!
My heart, I've returned
May has returned and love has returned:
Do with me what you will!
May has returned and love has returned:
Do with me what you will!"