Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - 'E ccerase (Live)

'E ccerase (Live)

April April mmiez è fronn è rose,
Vaco vennènn ò frutt e chistu mese,
Cacciàt à capa fèmmene cianciòse,
Je dong à voce e vvùie facìt à stes.

Frutt nuvìell dò mese e pàravìs,
Coller n'ncuorp à nnuie nun nce ne tràse,
'E ccerase 'e ccerase.

L'anno passàt, ò tièmp d'è ccerase,
Facèv'ammòre, cù na Purticès,
Abbasci'ò Granàtiello stèv'è case
E a chiammàvan Rosa Brucculosa,
...belli tiemp,
De lacrime e de vase,
Ogni lacrema quant à nà cerase,
Ogni ccinq minùt'era nu vase,
'E ccerase 'e ccerase.

Mò c'aggia fà, se sò ccagnàt'è ccose,
E m'à licènziat chella mpèsa,
è arrivàt nù lègn Genuvès
E ò capitàn à ritt ca sa spòs.

Capitàn, d'legn Genuvès,
Addò t'à puòrt à bbella purticèsa?
'E ccerase.

Cacciàt à capa fèmmene cianciòse,
Je dong à voce e vvuie facìt à stès,
'E ccerase 'e ccerase
April è o mese,
E une se scorde
Mliun'è cose,
Capitàn d'legn Genuvès,
A mme nùn me ne'mport ca t'a spuse,
Me daje nà voce à n'àtu par'e mise,
'E ccerase,
A mme nùn me ne'mport ca t'a spuse,
Me daje nà voce à n'àtu
Par'e mise,
'E ccerase,
'E ccerase,

'E ...ccerase.

'E ccerase (Live)

April April in the midst of leaves and roses,
I go and sell fruit and this month,
Begone with your chatter, women,
I'll give you the words and you do the rest.

New fruit of the month and of paradise,
Put it away in your body, there's no need to rush,
The cherries, the cherries.

Last year, at the time of the cherries,
I was in love, with a girl from Portici,
Below the Granatello was her house
And they called her Rosa Brucculosa,
...good times,
Of tears and kisses,
Each tear like a cherry,
Every five minutes was a kiss,
The cherries, the cherries.

Now what am I to do, if things have changed,
And that company has fired me,
A ship from Genoa has arrived
And the captain says he's getting married.

Captain, of the ship from Genoa,
Where did you take my beautiful girl from Portici?
The cherries.

Begone with your chatter, women,
I'll give you the words and you do the rest,
The cherries, the cherries
April is the month,
And one forgets
A million things,
Captain of the ship from Genoa,
I don't care if you married her,
Give me a voice for another month,
The cherries,
I don't care if you married her,
Give me a voice for another
Month,
The cherries,
The cherries,

The ...cherries.