Lyrics and translation Roberto Murolo - Dduje Paravise - Remastered

Dduje Paravise - Remastered

Duje viecchie prufessure 'e cuncertino,
Nu juorno, nun avevano che fá.
Pigliájeno 'a chitarra e 'o mandulino
E, 'nParaviso, jèttero a suná:
- Ttuppe-ttù - "San Pié', arapite!
Ve vulimmo divertí "
"Site 'e Napule?! Trasite!
E facitece sentí "
"V'avimm"a fá sentí doje, tre canzone,
Ca tutt"o Paraviso ha da cantá:
Suspire 'e vase museca 'e passione
Robba ca sulo a Napule se fa
E 'a sera, 'nParaviso, se sunaje
E tutt"e Sante jèttero a sentí
'O repertorio nun ferneva maje:
"Carmela, 'o Sole mio, Maria Marí' "
"Ah, San Pié', chesti ccanzone,
Sulo Napule 'e ppò fá
Arapite stu barcone:
A sentite 'sta cittá?
E, sott"o sole e 'a luna, vuje sentite
Sti vvoce, ca só' voce 'e giuventù
Si po' scennite llá, nun 'o ccredite?!
Vuje, 'nParaviso, nun turnate cchiù! "
Ma, doppo poco, da 'a malincunía
'E viecchie se sentettero 'e pigliá:
Suffrévano nu poco 'e nustalgía
E, a Napule, vulèttero turná:
"Mo, San Pié', si permettite,
Nuje v'avimm"a salutá "
"Site pazze! Che dicite?
Nun vulite restá ccá?!"
"Nuje simmo 'e nu paese bello e caro
Ca tutto tène e nun se fa lassá:
Pusìlleco, Surriento, Marechiaro
'O Paraviso nuosto è chillu llá!"

Two Paradises - Remastered

Two old music teachers,
One day, had nothing to do.
They took 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 have to make you hear two, three songs,
So that all of Paradise will sing:
Sighs of kisses, music of passion
Stuff that can only be done in Naples." "
And in the evening, in Paradise, they played
And all the Saints went to listen.
The repertoire never ended:
"Carmela, 'O Sole mio, Maria Marí' "
"Ah, Saint Peter, these songs,
Only Naples can make them." "
Open this door:
To hear this city?" "
And, under the sun and the moon, you hear
These voices, which are the voices of youth.
You can go down there, you don't believe it?!
You, in Paradise, don't go back anymore!" "
But, after a while, the old men felt
A bit of melancholy:
They were suffering a little from nostalgia,
And they wanted to return to Naples:
"Now, Saint Peter, if you allow us,
We have to say goodbye to you." "
"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 alone:
Posillipo, Sorrento, Marechiaro,
Our Paradise is over there!" "