Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - Lazzarella

Lazzarella

Cu 'e libbre sott"o vraccio
E 'a camicetta a fiore blu,
Vuó' fá 'a signurenella
'Nnanz'â scola pure tu...
Te piglie 'a sigaretta
Quann"accatte pe' papá,
Te miette giá 'o rrussetto
Comme vide 'e fá a mammá...
Lazzarè!...

Ma Lazzarella comme si!?
Tu a me mme piace sempe 'e cchiù,
E vengo apposta pe' t"o ddí,
Vicino â scola d"o Gesù...
Tu invece mme rispunne: "Eggiá,
Io devo retta proprio a te...
Pe' me ll'ammore pó aspettá,
Che n'aggi'a fá?...nun fa pe' me!..."

Ah, Lazzarella!
Ventata 'e primmavera...
Quanno passe tutt"e mmatine,
Giá te spiecchie dint"e vvetrine,
Sulo nu cumplimento te fa avvampá...
Ma Lazzarella comme si,
Tu nun mme pienze proprio a me,
E ride pe' mm"o ffá capí
Ca perdo 'o tiempo appriess'a te!

Mo vène nu studente
'Nnanz'â scola d"o Gesù,
Te va sempe cchiù stretta
'A camicetta a fiore blu...
Te piglie quatto schiaffe
Tutt"e vvote ca papá,
Te trova nu biglietto
Ca te scrive chillu llá...
Lazzarè!...

Ma Lazzarella comme si,
Ce si' caduta pure tu...
Ll'ammore nun te fa mangiá
Te fa suffrí, te fa penzá...
Na sera tu lle dice: "No"
Ma si nu vaso te vò dá
Faje segno 'e "sí", senza parlá...

Ah, Lazzarella,
'O tiempo comme vola:
Mo te truove tutt"e mmatine,
Chino 'e lacreme stu cuscino...
Manco na cumpagnella te pò aiutá!
Ma Lazzarella comme si'!?
Te si' cagnata pure tu...
E te pripare a di' stu "Sí",
Ma dint"a cchiesa d"o Gesù!

Lazzarella

With books under your arm
And a blue flowered blouse,
You want to act like a little lady
Outside the school too...
You take a cigarette
When you go shopping for dad,
You already put on lipstick
Like you see mom do...
Lazzarella!...

But Lazzarella, how is it!?
I like you more and more,
And I come here on purpose to tell you,
Near the school of Jesus...
Instead you answer me: "Okay,
I have to listen to you..."
For me, love can wait,
What should I do? It's not for me!..."

Ah, Lazzarella!
Spring breeze...
When you pass by every morning,
You already look yourself in the shop windows,
Just a compliment makes you blush...
But Lazzarella, how are you,
You don't think about me at all,
And you laugh to let me know
That I waste my time following you!

Now a student comes
Outside the school of Jesus,
Your blue flowered blouse
Fits you tighter and tighter...
You take four slaps
Every time your dad,
Finds you a note
That he writes you...
Lazzarè!...

But Lazzarella, how are you,
You have fallen too...
Love does not make you eat
It makes you suffer, it makes you think...
One evening you tell him: "No"
But if he wants to kiss you
You make a sign of "yes", without speaking...

Ah, Lazzarella,
How time flies:
Now you find every morning,
This pillow full of tears...
Not even a friend can help you!
But Lazzarella, how are you!?
You have changed too...
And you get ready to say this "Yes",
But in the church of Jesus!