Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - Comme facette mammeta - Live

Comme facette mammeta - Live

Quanno mámmeta t'ha fatta
Quanno mámmeta t'ha fatta...
Vuó' sapé comme facette?
Vuó' sapé comme facette?...

Pe' 'mpastá sti ccarne belle
Pe' 'mpastá sti ccarne belle...
Tutto chello ca mettette?
Tutto chello ca mettette?...

Ciento rose 'ncappucciate
Dint"a mártula mmescate...
Latte, rose, rose e latte
Te facette 'ncopp"o fatto!

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te!

E pe' fá 'sta vocca bella
E pe' fá 'sta vocca bella...
Nun servette 'a stessa dose
Nun servette 'a stessa dose...

Vuó' sapé che nce mettette?
Vuó' sapé che nce mettette?
Mo te dico tuttecosa...
Mo te dico tuttecosa:

Nu panaro chino, chino
Tutt"e fravule 'e ciardino...
Mèle, zuccaro e cannella:
Te 'mpastaje 'sta vocca bella

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te

E pe' fá sti ttrezze d'oro
E pe' fá sti ttrezze d'oro...
Mamma toja s'appezzentette
Mamma toja s'appezzentette...

Bella mia, tu qua' muneta!?
Bella mia, tu qua' muneta!?
Vuó' sapé che nce servette?
Vuó' sapé che nce servette?

Na miniera sana sana
Tutta fatta a filagrana
Nce vulette pe' sti ttrezze
Che, a vasá, nun ce sta prezzo!

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'andiviná, Cuncè'...
Comme t'ha fatto mámmeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te...

Comme facette mammeta - Live

When your mommy made you
When your mommy made you...
Do you want to know how she did it?
Do you want to know how she did it?...

To knead this beautiful flesh
To knead this beautiful flesh...
What did she put into it?
What did she put into it?...

A hundred hooded roses
Mixed in a marble mortar...
Milk, roses, roses and milk
She made you on top of the fact!

There's no need for a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'
How your mother made you
I know it better than you!

And to make this beautiful mouth
And to make this beautiful mouth...
The same dose wasn't needed
The same dose wasn't needed...

Do you want to know what she put into it?
Do you want to know what she put into it?
Now I'll tell you everything...
Now I'll tell you everything:

A basket full, full
All the strawberries in the garden...
Honey, sugar and cinnamon:
She kneaded this beautiful mouth for you

There's no need for a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'
How your mother made you
I know it better than you

And to make these golden braids
And to make these golden braids...
Your mother worked hard
Your mother worked hard...

My beautiful one, what coin are you?
My beautiful one, what coin are you?
Do you want to know what it took?
Do you want to know what it took?

A whole, healthy mine
All made of filigree
It took that for these braids
That, when kissed, are priceless!

There's no need for a gypsy
To tell your fortune, Cuncè'...
How your mother made you
I know it better than you...