Paroles et traduction Nino D'Angelo - 'Nu Napulitano

'Nu Napulitano

Ma tu ch′ saj, tu chi sì ca parl 'e Napule?
Tu ca nun sì comm′ a mme 'nu ram 'e st′alvr
Tu ca he sendut ′e parlà sultand 'e Napule
No, nun ha puo′ raccundà sul p'accirer
Nuie simm nate ind′ a 'na malatia
Ca nun se san maie
E ghiamm annanz ch′ e carezz 'e Die
Ch' fanno ricch ′e mman
′Nu napulitano nun è semb aller
Nun l' bast ′o sole ten troppi pnzier
Dint' a chesta gara parte semb arete
Corre tutt′ a vita e 'o trauard è ′na barriera
No, tu nun puo' maie capì ch' sò ′e miracl
Si nun cunusc ′o suffrì d' a gent inutile
Si tu sapiss chrè ′na preta 'e Napule
Pe chi adda semb partì pe nun s′arrendere
Chiagne abbracciat c'a malincunie
Da Napule a Germania
E tu te vinn ′sti carezze 'e Die pe fà cchiù ricch 'e mman
′Nu napulitano nun è semb aller
Nun l′ bast 'o sole ten troppi pnzier
Dint′ a chesta gara parte semb arete
Corre tutt' a vita e ′o trauard è 'na barriera
I napoletani sono quelli che ti ringraziano sempre
Anche se quello che li dai o li fai è un diritto che gli spetta
I napoletani sono anche quelli che si credono furbi
E non sanno che sono stati da sempre bidonati
I napoletani sono soprattutto quelli che lavorano
O che aspettano di lavorare in una città
Dove il lavoro è una cosa preziosa
E come tutte le cose preziose non si trova
′Nu napulitano nun è semb aller
Nun l' bast 'o sole ten troppi pnzier
Dint′ a chesta gara parte semb arete
Corre tutt′ a vita e 'o trauard è ′na barriera

'Nu Napulitano

But you who know, who are you who speak of Naples?
You who are not like me, a branch of this tree
You who have only learned to speak about Naples
No, you cannot tell about it just to attract attention
We were born into an illness
Which can never be cured
And we go forward with God's caresses
Which make our hands rich
A Neapolitan is not always happy
The sun is not enough for him, he has too many thoughts
In this race he always starts behind
He runs all his life and the finish line is a barrier
No, you can never understand what miracles are
If you do not know the suffering of useless people
If you knew what a stone of Naples is,
For those who must always leave in order not to surrender,
Who cry, embraced by melancholy,
From Naples to Germany.
And you sell these God-given caresses to make your hands richer.
A Neapolitan is not always happy
The sun is not enough for him, he has too many thoughts
In this race he always starts behind
He runs all his life and the finish line is a barrier
Neapolitans are those who always thank you,
Even if what you give them or do for them is a right that belongs to them.
Neapolitans are also those who think they are clever,
And do not know that they have always been cheated.
Neapolitans are above all those who work,
Or who are waiting to work in a city
Where work is a precious thing
And like all precious things, it cannot be found.
A Neapolitan is not always happy
The sun is not enough for him, he has too many thoughts
In this race he always starts behind
He runs all his life and the finish line is a barrier