Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - 'O Scuitato

'O Scuitato

Mo' fanne duie anne, trasenno 'a staggiona
Me trase 'int' 'o core, 'na bella guagliona
Russagne 'e capille
Passato 'nu mese, pe' strègnere 'a cosa
Parlaie dint' 'a casa c' 'o pate d' 'a sposa
'Nu certo 'onn' Achille
Ma: "Pienzece bbuono, 'na voce dicette
Chi arape famiglia, s'attacca, se mette
'Na brutta catena!.
Guagliò, statte attiento, che zzarro ca piglie
Po' vene 'a strettezza, po' vèneno 'e figlie!.
Che pena! Che pena! Guagliò, lassa sta!
Statte sulo, sulo, sulo
Ch"a mugliera fa crepà!
Tiene 'e llire! Si' figliulo...
Lassa sta! Lassa sta!
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare!
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

Che bbona avvertenza, me dette sta voce!
Cunziglia era bella, ma 'a voce cchiù doce
Cchiù bella 'e cunziglia!
L'à 'o pate. 'onn'Achille, menave stuccate:
Triate, sicarie, cafè, campagnate
Cu tutt"a famiglia!
'Na vota dicette: sentite 'na cosa
Facimmo una casa, si no chella, 'a sposa
Che ffa sola sola?
E allora i' penzaie: "Guagliò, statte attiente
Riflièttece buono, ca chisto è 'o mumento...
Ri ira 'a parola! Guagliò, lassa sta!"
Statte sulo, sulo, sulo
Ch"a mugliera fa crepà!
Tiene 'e llire! Si' figliulo...
Lassa sta! Lassa sta!
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare!
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

E ammora fernette, Cunziglia è spusata
Ma 'o povero sposo, che sciorta ha 'ntuppata
Spusanno a Cunziglia!
Denare p"a casa, p"a spesa, p"a ves'a...
D' 'o ppoco 'e mesata, che ddiece lle resta?
Se fa meraviglia!
Nun beve, nun fuma, nun tene difette...
E 'o pate, 'onn'Achille, ca zuca Anisette
Ca fume tuscane...
Ah, povero sposo, 'nce si' capitato!
Io stongo cuieto, pecchè so' scuitato...
Nun penzo a dimane
Nun penzo a spusà!
Stongo sulo, sulo, sulo
E aggio voglia 'e ma spassà...
Tengo 'e llire... so figliulo
Ch'aggia fa? Ch'aggia fa?
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare!
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

'O Scuitato

Two years ago, as the season turned
A beautiful girl crept into my heart
Red-haired
A month passed, and to seal the deal
I spoke to the father of the bride
A certain Don Achille
But: "Think carefully," a voice said
He who starts a family, binds himself, enslaves himself
In a cruel chain!.
Young man, be careful, the danger you're in
Soon comes the tightness, then come the daughters!.
Such pain! Such pain! Young man, give it up!
Stay alone, alone, alone
For a wife will kill you!
You have your freedom! You're a son...
Give it up! Give it up!
With what heart can one marry
When he has this sea!
When Naples still stands
Marechiare! Marechiare!

What good advice, that voice gave me!
Cunziglia was beautiful, but the voice was sweeter
More beautiful than Cunziglia!
The father, Don Achille, gave me a lot of grief:
Treated me, fed me, gave me coffee, took me on outings
With the whole family!
One day he said: listen to something
Let's build a house, or else that one, the bride
What will she do all alone?
And then I thought: "Young man, be careful
Think it over carefully, because this is the moment...
Withdraw your word! Young man, give it up!"
Stay alone, alone, alone
For a wife will kill you!
You have your freedom! You're a son...
Give it up! Give it up!
With what heart can one marry
When he has this sea!
When Naples still stands
Marechiare! Marechiare!

And my love ended, Cunziglia is married
But the poor husband, what bad luck he's had
Marrying Cunziglia!
Money for the house, for the expenses, for her clothes...
Out of the little he earns monthly, what does he have left?
He's amazed!
He doesn't drink, he doesn't smoke, he has no vices...
And the father, Don Achille, drinks Anisette
And smokes Tuscan cigars...
Ah, poor husband, you're in trouble!
I'm calm, because I'm single...
I don't think about tomorrow
I don't think about getting married!
I am alone, alone, alone
And I want to enjoy myself...
I have my freedom... I am a son
What should I do? What should I do?
With what heart can one marry
When he has this sea!
When Naples still stands
Marechiare! Marechiare!