Paroles et traduction Nino D'Angelo - Bella

Bella

Bella senza uocchie e mane
Sott′a sta notte bianca
E chi nun ha durmute e vo sta isso sulo
Bella comm' a ′na regina c'ha perduto 'a curona
E s′è mis′ a guardà 'o mare p′accuità 'o dolore
Pover′ ammore, sbandata e sola
Nfosa 'a sta pioggia d′estate
'Ncopp' ′e marciapiede ′o scarto da jurnata
Te sporca a faccia e tu nun può fa niente
Pe chisto schiaffo c[he avuto
Bella ca nun tiene e bracce
E a te me sento astrignuto
Bella senza voce e pace Contro
A sta guerra e quartiere Stanca e te cuccà cu 'a paura Bella
Dint′a stu vestito e pizza e maccaruneSvennuta da violenza
Che fa a televisionePover'ammore, sempe cchiù solaNn′anz'a
Asta vita distrattaCa nun sente niente e sta cagnanno ′a
StoriaTe spacca 'o core e tu nun può fa nientePe chisto tuorto c'
He avuto Bella ca nun tiene l′uocchieMa quanta vote e chiagnuto
Bella dint′a stu vestito e pizza e maccarune
Svennuta da violenza che fa a televisione povero ammore
Terra e canzoneCasa e poete e cantante
C'hanno fatto parlà e pianteE hanno pittata′a luna
Tu ce 'e purtate ′nopp' ′e mane' da gloria
E nuie t'hammo tradute Bella ca nun tiene e bracce
E a te me sento astrignuto]

Beautiful

Beautiful without eyes and hands
Under this white night
And who hasn't slept and wants to be alone
Beautiful as a queen who has lost her crown
And has begun to look at the sea to ease the pain
Poor love, lost and alone
Drowned in this summer rain
Upon the sidewalks, the day's waste
It dirties your face and you can't do anything
For this slap in the face I've received
Beautiful one who has no arms
And to you I feel bound
Beautiful without voice and peace Against
This neighborhood war Tired and you go to bed with fear Beautiful
In this dress of pizza and macaroni Swooning from the violence
That's on television Poor love, increasingly alone Before
This distracted life That doesn't feel anything and is changing
History It breaks your heart and you can't do anything For this wrong I
Have received Beautiful one who doesn't have eyes But how many times have you cried
Beautiful in this dress of pizza and macaroni
Swooning from the violence that's on television Poor love
Land and song Home and poets and singers
Who have made us speak and cry And have painted the moon
You bring them to us on the hands of glory
And we have betrayed you Beautiful one who has no arms
And to you I feel bound]