Paroles et traduction Liberato - TURNÀ

TURNÀ

Ah, dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città
Guarda e ride e te vò tuccà
Uno, nove, doje, seje (Poh, poh, poh, poh, poh)
Pe tutte quante chille c'anna turnà a casa
Ca nun c"a fanno cchiù
Ca stanno spantecanno (Poh, poh, poh)
Guagliù, chesta è pe vuje
Turnammo a casa

Voglia 'e turnà
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città
Quando arrive, nun te fa fà
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città
(Quando arrive – voglia 'e turnà)

Don't you wish your girlfriend was from Napoli?
Don't you wish your boyriend was from Napoli?
Nuje ce mettimmo 'ncoppa, tenimmo 'o fattapposta
'A femmena cchiù tosta ca te guarda e già t"o 'ntosta
Mo te porto a fà nu giro abbascio addu mammà
Addò stevo 'e casa quanno nun tenevo che fummà
Quanno pure 'a sposa nun teneva niente pe 'nciarmà
Quatto 'e notte sott'ê botte, baby, abbasc'a Sanità, oh no

Ah, dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città
Uno, nove, doje, seje
Chesta è sempe pe chi adda turnà
Pe chi nun c"a fa cchiù
Pe chi adda turnà a casa

Voglia 'e turnà
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città
Quando arrive, nun te fa fà
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città

Quanti nuttate passate luntano
A me sentere 'a musica 'e chesta città
Penzanno che è strano 'e se sentere bbuono
Sulo quanno 'a sotto tiene nu vulcano
Cu tre miliun 'e persone
Ca vonno sempe raggione
L'ammore è na religione
Salvator Rosa e Ciro Rigione, baby

Uno, nove, doje, seje
Chesta è sempe pe chi adda turnà
Pe chi nun c"a fa cchiù
Pe chi adda turnà â casa (Poh-poh-poh-poh-poh)
(Uh Madonna mia)

Voglia 'e turnà (Uoh-oh)
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città (Uoh-oh)
Quanno arrive, nun te fa fà (Uoh-oh)
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città (Uoh-oh)
Voglia 'e turnà (Uoh-oh)
Dint'e vicole 'e 'sta città (Uoh-oh)
Quanno arrive, nun te fa fà
Nun te fermà maje
(Come back)

RETURN

Ah, in the alleys of this city
She looks, she laughs, and she wants to touch you
One, nine, two, six (Poh, poh, poh, poh, poh)
For all those girls who have to go back home
Who can't take it anymore
Who are falling apart (Poh, poh, poh)
Guys, this one's for you
Let's go back home

The desire to return
To the alleys of this city
When it hits, it won't let you be
In the alleys of this city
(When it hits – the desire to return)

Don't you wish your girlfriend was from Naples?
Don't you wish your boyfriend was from Naples?
We put ourselves on top, we have the right stuff
The toughest woman who looks at you and already gets you going
Now I'll take you for a spin down by my mom's place
Where I used to live when I had nothing but smoke
When even the bride had nothing to light up
Four in the morning under the barrels, baby, down in Sanità, oh no

Ah, in the alleys of this city
One, nine, two, six
This is always for those who have to return
For those who can't take it anymore
For those who have to go back home

The desire to return
To the alleys of this city
When it hits, it won't let you be
In the alleys of this city

So many nights spent far away
Listening to the music of this city
Thinking it's strange to feel good
Only when the ground below holds a volcano
With three million people
Who always want to be right
Love is a religion
Salvator Rosa and Ciro Rigione, baby

One, nine, two, six
This is always for those who have to return
For those who can't take it anymore
For those who have to go back home (Poh-poh-poh-poh-poh)
(Oh my Madonna)

The desire to return (Uoh-oh)
To the alleys of this city (Uoh-oh)
When it hits, it won't let you be (Uoh-oh)
In the alleys of this city (Uoh-oh)
The desire to return (Uoh-oh)
To the alleys of this city (Uoh-oh)
When it hits, it won't let you be
Never stop
(Come back)