Paroles et traduction Gigi Finizio - Canzone appassiunata

Canzone appassiunata

N′albero piccerillo aggiu piantato,
Criscènnolo cu pena e cu sudore...
Na ventecata giá mme ll'ha spezzato
E tutt"e ffronne cágnano culore...
Cadute só′ giá 'e frutte: e tuttuquante,
Erano doce, e se só' fatte amare...
Ma ′o core dice: "Oje giuvinotto amante,
′E ccose amare, tiénele cchiù care..."
E amara comme si', te voglio bene!
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí...

Era comm"o canario ′nnammurato,
Stu core che cantaje matina e sera...
"Scétate!" - io dico - e nun vò' stá scetato...
E mo, nun canta manco a primmavera!...
Chi voglio bene nun mme fa felice:
Forse sta ′ncielo destinato e scritto.
Ma i' penzo ca nu ditto antico dice:
"Nun se cummanna a ′o core". E i' mme stó' zitto!...
E mme stó′ zitto, sí... te voglio bene...
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí.

Chiagno p′ammore, e cade 'o chianto mio
Dint′a 'sta testa: ′o chianto 'a sta arracquanno...
Schiòppa na bella rosa e i′, pe' gulio,
A chi mm'ha fatto chiagnere nce ′a manno.
Lle dico: "Rosa mia tu mme perduone
Si te scarpesarrá senza cuscienza..."
Ce sta nu ditto ca mme dá ragione:
"Fa′ bene e scorda e si faje male penza..."
Pènzace buono sí... te voglio bene...
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí...

Passionate song

I planted a small tree,
Growing it with pain and sweat...
A gust of wind has already broken it
And all the leaves are changing color...
The fruits have already fallen: and all of them,
Were sweet, and they have become bitter...
But my heart says: "Oh young lover,
Cherish the bitter things, more..."
And bitter as you are, I love you!
I love you and you make me die...

It was like a canary in love,
This heart that sang morning and evening...
"Wake up!" - I say - and it doesn't want to wake up...
And now, it doesn't even sing in the spring!...
The one I love does not make me happy:
Perhaps it is destined and written in heaven.
But I think of an ancient saying that says:
"You can't command the heart". And I keep quiet!...
And I keep quiet, yes... I love you...
I love you and you make me die.

I cry for love, and my tears fall
Inside this head: my tears are drowning it...
A beautiful rose blossoms and I, for spite,
I give it to the one who made me cry.
I tell it: "My rose, forgive me,
If you will wilt away without conscience..."
There is a saying that gives me reason:
"Do good and forget, and if you do wrong, think..."
Think about it, yes... I love you...
I love you and you make me die...