Strade parallele (aria siciliana) - Giuni Russo traduction en anglais

Strade parallele (aria siciliana)

Duminica jurnata di sciroccu
Fora nan si po' stari
Pi ffari un pocu 'i friscu
Mettu 'a finestra a vanedduzza
E mi vaju a ripusari

Ah! Ah! 'A stissa aria ca so putenza strogghi 'u mo pinzeri
Ah! Ah! 'U cori vola s'all'umbra pigghi forma e ti prisenti
Nan pozzu ripusari

'U suli ora trasi dintr'o mari
E fannu l'amuri
'Un c'è cosa cchiù granni
Tu si la vera surgenti
Chi sazia i sentimenti

Ah! Ah! 'A stissa aria ca so calura crisci e mi turmenta
Ah! Ah! 'U cori vola sintennu sbrizzi d'acqua di funtana
'Ndo mo' jardineddu mi piaci stari sula

Ah! Ah! 'A stissa aria ca so calura crisci e mi tormenta
Ah! Ah! 'U cori vola sintennu sbrizzi d'acqua di funtana
'Ndo mo jardineddu mi piaci stari sulu
Mi piaci stari sula

Parallel Streets (Sicilian Air)

On Sunday, a day of sirocco
Nobody would stay outside
To catch a breath of fresh air
I opened the windows to the alley
And went to lie down for a rest

Ah! Ah! The same air that with its power teases my thoughts
Ah! Ah! My heart flies, in the shadows you take form and you appear
I can't rest

The sun is now setting into the sea
And they make love
There is nothing greater
You are the true source
That satisfies the feelings

Ah! Ah! The same air that with its warmth grows and torments me
Ah! Ah! My heart flies, hearing the spray of a fountain's water
In my garden I love to be alone

Ah! Ah! The same air that with its warmth grows and torments me
Ah! Ah! My heart flies, hearing the spray of a fountain's water
In my garden I love to be alone
I love to be alone