Paroles et traduction Massimo Ranieri - Torero (Live)

Torero (Live)

Ho Torero!...
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!.
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole'!...
Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp"e giurnalette
E mamme te minaccia
E patete s'arrangia.
Te fanno gira' a' capa sti "fumette,"
Guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
Vuoi fare il Toreador
Comme fanno a Santafe',
Comme fanno ad "Ollivud"
E cu' sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu'!...
Ho! Torero!
Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero,
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun è overo
Che nacchere 'in t"a sacca vai a balla'
Mescolando bolero e "cia'-cia' " chi vuo' 'mbruglia'!
Torero!.
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!.
Te fatto 'a giacchettella corta, corta,
'O cazunciello astritto
E 'o ricciurillo 'n fronte
Te ride 'a gente areto e nun te 'mporta
Ti senti un Marlon Brando
Che a spasso se ne va
Per le vie di Santafe'
Per le strade di "Ollivud."
E 'a 'nnammurata toia nun te vo' cchiu'!...
Ho Torero!...
E levatillo 'a capo stu sombrero,
Nun si' spagnuolo e nun si' cabballero...
Sti nacchere tu nun 'e saie suna'
E sti nacchere tu che ne 'a fa?... belo 'e mamma!...
Torero!.
Cu' sti basette a' sud americano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!...
Ho!
Torero!...
Cu' sti basette a' sud americano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!...
Ole!...

Tamingo (Live)

I Tamingo!...
With that Latin Lover goatee,
With a Cuban Havana cigar and a scarlet shirt!.
Tamingo!...
Tamingo!...
Ole'!...
You waste your time on those trashy papers
And your mother threatens you
And your father shrugs his shoulders and doesn't care.
Those comic books have made you dizzy,
Looking at yourself in the mirror
You want to be a Bullfighter
Like they do in Santa Fe,
Like they do in "Ollivud."
And with this excuse, now you've stopped studying!...
I Tamingo!
You've planted that sombrero on your head,
You claim to be Spanish, but it's not true
You're playing those castanets in your bag, my dear,
Mixing up boleros and "cia'-cia'" songs, who are you trying to fool?!
Tamingo!.
With that Latin Lover goatee
With a Cuban Havana cigar and a scarlet shirt!...
Tamingo!...
Tamingo!...
Ole!.
You've made your jacket short, so short,
And your pants so tight
And with that little curl on your forehead
People laugh at you from behind, but you don't care
You feel like Marlon Brando
Who walks around
Through the streets of Santa Fe'
Through the streets of "Ollivud."
And your girlfriend doesn't want you anymore!...
I Tamingo!...
Take that sombrero off your head,
You're not Spanish and you're not a knight...
You don't know how to play those castanets
And those castanets, darling, what do you do with those?...
Tamingo!.
With that Latin Lover goatee,
With a Cuban Havana cigar and a scarlet shirt!...
Tamingo!...
Tamingo!...
Ole!...
I!
Tamingo!...
With that Latin Lover goatee,
With a Cuban Havana cigar and a scarlet shirt!...
Tamingo!...
Tamingo!...
Ole!...
Ole!...