Paroles et traduction Aurelio Fierro - Comme facette mammeta

Comme facette mammeta

Quanno mámmeta t'ha fatta
Quanno mámmeta t'ha fatta
Vuó' sapé comme facette?
Vuó' sapé comme facette?

Pe' 'mpastá sti ccarne belle
Pe' 'mpastá sti ccarne belle
Tutto chello ca mettette?
Tutto chello ca mettette?

Ciento rose 'ncappucciate
Dint"a mártula mmescate
Latte, rose, rose e latte
Te facette 'ncopp"o fatto!

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te!

E pe' fá 'sta vocca bella
E pe' fá 'sta vocca bella
Nun servette 'a stessa dose
Nun servette 'a stessa dose

Vuó' sapé che nce mettette?
Vuó' sapé che nce mettette?
Mo te dico tuttecosa
Mo te dico tuttecosa

Nu panaro chino, chino
Tutt"e fravule 'e ciardino
Mèle, zuccaro e cannella
Te 'mpastaje 'sta vocca bella

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te

E pe' fá sti ttrezze d'oro
E pe' fá sti ttrezze d'oro
Mamma toja s'appezzentette
Mamma toja s'appezzentette

Bella mia, tu qua' muneta!?
Bella mia, tu qua' muneta!?
Vuó' sapé che nce servette?
Vuó' sapé che nce servette?

Na miniera sana sana
Tutta fatta a filagrana
Nce vulette pe' sti ttrezze
Che, a vasá, nun ce sta prezzo!

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te

How Faceted Mommy

When mommy created you
When mommy created you
Do you want to know how she did it?
Do you want to know how she did it?

To paste this beautiful meat together
To paste this beautiful meat together
Everything that she added to it?
Everything that she added to it?

One hundred roses in a bun
Mixed in the mortar
Milk, roses, roses and milk
She made you on that fact!

Don't need a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'
How mommy made you
I know better than you!

And to make this beautiful mouth
And to make this beautiful mouth
She didn't need the same dose
She didn't need the same dose

Do you want to know what she added to it?
Do you want to know what she added to it?
I tell you everything
I tell you everything

A bag full, full
All the strawberries in the garden
Honey, sugar and cinnamon
She worked on this beautiful mouth

Don't need a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'
How mommy made you
I know better than you

And to make those golden braids
And to make those golden braids
Your mom weighed herself down
Your mom weighed herself down

My beauty, which currency are you?
My beauty, which currency are you?
Do you want to know what she needed?
Do you want to know what she needed?

A healthy, healthy mine
All made of filigree
They were needed for these braids
Which, by kissing, have no value!

Don't need a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'
How mommy made you
I know better than you