Paroles et traduction Bruno Lauzi - Ma Se Ghe Penso

Ma Se Ghe Penso

O l'ëa partîo sensa 'na palanca
L'ëa zà trent'anni, forse anche ciû
Ô l'aiva lottòu pe mette i dinæ a-a banca
E poèisene ancon ûn giorno turnâ in zû
E fâse a palassinn-a e o giardinetto
Co-o rampicante, co-a cantinn-a e o vin
A branda attaccâa a-i ærboi, a ûso letto
Pe dâghe 'na schenâa seja e mattin
Ma o figgio ô ghe dixeiva: "No ghe pensâ
A Zena cöse ti ghe vêu tornâ?!"
Ma se ghe penso allôa mi veddo o mâ
Veddo i mæ monti e a ciassa da Nûnsiâ
Riveddo o Righi e me s'astrenze o chêu
Veddo a lanterna, a cava, lazû o mêu
Riveddo a-a seja Zena inlûminâa
Veddo là a Fôxe e sento franze o mâ
E allôa mi penso ancon de ritornâ
A pösâ e össe dove'hò mæ madonnâa
O l'ëa passòu do tempo, forse tróppo
O figgio o l'inscisteiva: "Stemmo ben
Dove ti vêu anâ, papà? Pensiemmo dóppo
O viaggio, o mâ, t'é vëgio, no conven!"
"Oh no! Mi me sento ancon in gamba
Son stûffo e no ne pòsso pròppio ciû
Son stanco de sentî: señor, caramba
Mi vêuggio ritornâmene un po' in zû
Ti t'é nasciûo e t'hæ parlòu spagnòllo
Mi son nasciûo zeneise e no ghe mòllo!"
Ma se ghe penso allôa mi veddo o mâ
Veddo i mæ monti e a ciassa da Nûnsiâ
Riveddo o Righi e me s'astrenze o chêu
Veddo a lanterna, a cava, lazû o mêu
Riveddo a-a seja Zena inlûminâa
Veddo là a Fôxe e sento franze o mâ
E allôa mi penso ancon de ritornâ
A pösâ e osse dove'hò mæ madonnâa

Ma Se Ghe Penso

He left without a dime
It was thirty years ago, maybe more
He'd fought to put money in the bank
And then return to his homeland one day
To build a small palace and a little garden
With climbing vines, a basement, and wine
A hammock hung from the trees, as a bed
To give him a good night's sleep every morning
But his son told him: "Don't even think about it
Why would you want to go back to Genoa?!"
But when I think about it, I see the sea
I see my mountains and the Piazza della Nunziata
I see the Righi and my heartstrings tighten
I see the lighthouse, the cove, my blue sky
I see Genoa illuminated at night
I see the Fiera there and I hear the sea crashing
And then I think about going back again
To rest my bones where my mother is
Time has passed, perhaps too much
His son insisted: "We're fine here
Where would you go, Dad? Let's think about it later
The trip, the sea, you're old, it's not a good idea!"
"Oh no! I still feel good on my feet
I'm tired and I can't take it anymore
I'm tired of hearing: señor, caramba
I want to go back home for a while
You were born and raised speaking Spanish
I was born Genoese and I'm not budging!"
But when I think about it, I see the sea
I see my mountains and the Piazza della Nunziata
I see the Righi and my heartstrings tighten
I see the lighthouse, the cove, my blue sky
I see Genoa illuminated at night
I see the Fiera there and I hear the sea crashing
And then I think about going back again
To rest my bones where my mother is