Lyrics and translation Mina - Ma se ghe penso (Remastered)

Ma se ghe penso (Remastered)

O l'ëa partio sensa ûn-a palanca,
L'ëa zâ trent'anni, forse anche ciû.
O l'aveiva lottou pe mette i dinæ a-a banca
E poèisene ûn giorno vegnî in zû
E fäse a palassinn-a e o giardinetto,
Co-o rampicante, co-a cantinn-a e o vin,
A branda attaccâ a-i ærboi, a ûso letto,
Pe daghe 'na schenâ séia e mattin.
Ma o figgio o ghe dixeiva: "No ghe pensâ
A Zena cöse ti ghe vêu tornâ?!"

Ma se ghe penso alloa mi veddo o mâ,
Veddo i mæ monti e a ciassa da Nonsiâ,
Riveddo o Righi e me s'astrenze o chêu,
Veddo a lanterna, a cava, lazzû o mêu...
Riveddo a séia Zena illûminâ,
Veddo là a foxe e sento franze o mâ
E alloa mi penso ancon de ritornâ
A pösâ e osse dov'ò mæ madonnâ.

E l'ëa passou do tempo, forse troppo,
O figgio o l'inscisteiva: "Stemmo ben,
Dove ti vêu andâ, papà?. pensiemo doppo,
O viägio, o mâ, t'é vëgio, no conven!" -
"Oh no, oh no! me sento ancon in gamba,
Son stûffo e no ne posso pròprio ciû,
Son stanco de sentî señor caramba,
Mi vêuggio ritornamene ancon in zû...
Ti t'é nasciûo e t'æ parlou spagnollo,
Mi son nasciûo zeneize e... no me mollo!"

Ma se ghe penso alloa mi veddo o mâ,
Veddo i mæ monti e a ciassa da Nonsiâ,
Riveddo o Righi e me s'astrenze o chêu,
Veddo a lanterna, a cava, lazzû o mêu...
Riveddo a séia Zena illûminâ,
Veddo là a foxe e sento franze o mâ,
Alloa mi penso ancon de ritornâ
A pösâ e osse dov'ò mæ madonnâ.

E sensa tante cöse o l'è partïo
E a Zena o gh'à formóu torna o so nïo

Era partito senza un soldo,
Erano già trent'anni, forse anche più.
Aveva lottato per mettere i denari in banca
E potersene un giorno venire in giù
E farsi la palazzina e il giardinetto,
Con il rampicante, con la cantina e il vino,
La branda attaccata agli alberi a uso letto,
Per darci una schienata sera e mattina.
Ma il figlio gli diceva: "Non ci pensare
A Genova cosa ci vuoi tornare?!"

Ma se ci penso allora io vedo il mare,
Vedo i miei monti e piazza della Nunziata,
Rivedo Righi e mi si stringe il cuore,
Vedo la lanterna, la cava, laggiù il molo...
Rivedo la sera Genova illuminata,
Vedo là la foce e sento frangere il mare
E allora io penso ancora di ritornare
A posare le ossa dalla mia nonna.

Ed era passato del tempo, forse troppo,
Il figlio insisteva: "Stiamo bene,
Dove vuoi andare, papà?. penseremo dopo,
Il viaggio, il mare, sei vecchio, non conviene!"
"Oh no, oh no! mi sento ancora in gamba,
Sono stufo e non ne posso proprio più,
Sono stanco di sentire señor carramba,
Io voglio ritornarmene ancora in giù...
Tu sei nato e hai parlato spagnolo,
Io sono nato genovese e... non mi mollo!"

Ma se ci penso allora io vedo il mare,
Vedo i miei monti e piazza della Nunziata,
Rivedo Righi e mi si stringe il cuore,
Vedo la lanterna, la cava, laggiù il molo...
Rivedo la sera Genova illuminata,
Vedo là la foce e sento frangere il mare,
E allora io penso ancora di ritornare
A posare le ossa dalla mia nonna.

E senza tante cose è partito
E a Genova ci ha formato di nuovo il suo nido.

But if I Think About It (Remastered)

He had left without a penny,
It had been thirty years, maybe more.
He had fought to put money in the bank
And then one day be able to come back down
And build himself a little house and garden,
With the climbing vine, with the cellar and the wine,
The cot attached to the trees, used as a bed,
To give his back a rest evening and morning.
But his son told him: "Don't even think about it
What do you want to go back to Genoa for?!"

But if I think about it then I see the sea,
I see my mountains and the square of the Annunciation,
I see Righi again and my heart tightens,
I see the lighthouse, the quarry, my pier down there...
I see Genoa illuminated in the evening,
I see the mouth of the river there and I hear the sea breaking
And then I think again about returning
To lay my bones where my grandmother is.

And time had passed, maybe too much,
His son insisted: "We're doing well,
Where do you want to go, dad? We'll think about it later,
The journey, the sea, you're old, it's not worth it!" -
"Oh no, oh no! I still feel strong,
I'm fed up and I just can't take it anymore,
I'm tired of hearing señor caramba,
I want to go back down again...
You were born and you spoke Spanish,
I was born Genoese and... I'm not giving up!"

But if I think about it then I see the sea,
I see my mountains and the square of the Annunciation,
I see Righi again and my heart tightens,
I see the lighthouse, the quarry, my pier down there...
I see Genoa illuminated in the evening,
I see the mouth of the river there and I hear the sea breaking,
Then I think again about returning
To lay my bones where my grandmother is.

And without much fuss he left
And in Genoa he built his nest again

He had left without a penny,
It had been thirty years, maybe more.
He had fought to put money in the bank
And then one day be able to come back down
And build himself a little house and garden,
With the climbing vine, with the cellar and the wine,
The cot attached to the trees, used as a bed,
To give his back a rest evening and morning.
But his son told him: "Don't even think about it
What do you want to go back to Genoa for?!"

But if I think about it then I see the sea,
I see my mountains and the square of the Annunciation,
I see Righi again and my heart tightens,
I see the lighthouse, the quarry, my pier down there...
I see Genoa illuminated in the evening,
I see the mouth of the river there and I hear the sea breaking
And then I think again about returning
To lay my bones where my grandmother is.

And time had passed, maybe too much,
His son insisted: "We're doing well,
Where do you want to go, dad? We'll think about it later,
The journey, the sea, you're old, it's not worth it!"
"Oh no, oh no! I still feel strong,
I'm fed up and I just can't take it anymore,
I'm tired of hearing señor carramba,
I want to go back down again...
You were born and you spoke Spanish,
I was born Genoese and... I'm not giving up!"

But if I think about it then I see the sea,
I see my mountains and the square of the Annunciation,
I see Righi again and my heart tightens,
I see the lighthouse, the quarry, my pier down there...
I see Genoa illuminated in the evening,
I see the mouth of the river there and I hear the sea breaking,
Then I think again about returning
To lay my bones where my grandmother is.

And without much fuss he left
And in Genoa he built his nest again.