Paroles et traduction Eugenio Bennato - Popolo di tammurriata

Popolo di tammurriata

E mo parlammo 'e Napule chella città addò so' nnato
C"a sape tutto o munno ma sape na cosa pe n'ata
Napule sole e maree gente sempe felice
Ma chesta cartulina o riesto nun t'o ddice
O riesto è na tammorra ca vene da luntano
è o figlia d'o vesuvio e d'a sibilla cumana
(Rit) E quanno ero guaglione e ievo pe' chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai o popolo d'a tammurriata
Da Napule a Pomigliano pe' Santa Anastasia
Cu l'Africa 'mmiezo a gente e a musica 'mmiezo a via
Musica certamente ma ce sta nu prufessore
Ca dice quann'a sente stu fatto nun va buono
Dice che musica è chesta me pare nu casino
Ch'è bona pe' chella festa 'e tutta a gente fatta a vvino
(Rit) E quanno...
A tradizione è morta ma e me che me ne 'mporta
Va 'nfreva De Simone si sente sta canzone
Chesta canzone che le parla 'e n'ata città
Ch'è na tammorra che batte e nun se po' ferma'
E che se chiamma Napule e che è a città addò so' nato
E 'a sape tutto o munno ma sape na cosa pe' n'ata
E quanno ero guaglione e ievo pe chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai o popolo d'a tammurriata
Cu chella musica strana che è fatta cu ppoco e nniente
Cu na tammorra sultanto e na chitarra battente
Cu chella musica strana ch'è fatta cu ppoco e nniente
Cu na tammorra che batte comme o core d'a gente.

People of Tammurriata

And now we'll talk about that city of Naples where I was born
That the whole world knows but knows one thing for another
Naples, sun and sea, people always happy
But this postcard doesn't tell you the rest
The rest is a tammorra that comes from afar
it's the daughter of Vesuvius and the Cumaean Sibyl
(Chorus) And when I was a boy and I went down that street
Like a wind passed the people of the tammurriata
From Naples to Pomigliano, through Santa Anastasia
With Africa among the people and music in the street
Music certainly, but there is a professor
Who says that when he hears this fact, it doesn't go well
He says what is this music, it seems like a mess to me
That it's good for that party of all the people made with wine
(Chorus) And when...
Tradition is dead but what do I care
Go to hell De Simone if you hear this song
That this song that tells you about another city
That's a tammorra that beats and can't stop
And that its name is Naples and that it's the city where I was born
And the whole world knows it but knows one thing for another
And when I was a boy and I went down that street
Like a wind passed the people of the tammurriata
With that strange music that is made with little or nothing
With only a tambourine and a beating guitar
With that strange music that is made with little or nothing
With a tammorra that beats like the heart of the people.