Paroles et traduction Nino D'Angelo - Palazziello

Palazziello

Chi sa perchè,
Quanno passo pe ccà...
ò core mio, nun vò chiù cammenà.
Me fermo annaz a′ chistu palazziello,
Pò chudo ll'uocchie e torno piccerillo...
Nu puveriello, ricco ′e felicità.
Fore 'a stù vascetiello,
Quacche scugnizziello cù mammà e papà.
Papà nu scarpariello, casa e fatica pe ce dà 'a campà
Mammà na puverella, assaje chiù ricca e mò ca ′bbona stà
′E veri cumpagnielle dà vita mia l'aggiu lassate ccà
Fore ′a stù vascetiello,
Quanta ricorde bell'.
A′ primma canzuncella,
L'aggiu cantata ccà!
Fore a′ stù vascetiello,
Quacche scugnizziello cù mammà e papà.
Papà nu scarpariello, casa e fatica pe ce dà 'a campà
Mammà na puverella, assaje chiù ricca e mò ca 'bbona stà
′E veri cumpagnielle dà vita mia l′aggiu lassate ccà...
Mammà na puverella, assaje chiù ricca e mò ca 'bbona stà
′E veri cumpagnielle dà vita mia l'aggiu lassate ccà
Fore ′a stù vascetiello,
Quanta ricorde bell'.
A′ primma canzuncella,
L'aggiu cantata ccà!
Fore a' stù vascetiello,
Quacche scugnizziello cù mammà e papà.
Papà nu scarpariello, casa e fatica pe ce dà ′a campà
Mammà na puverella, assaje chiù ricca e mò ca ′bbona stà
'E veri cumpagnielle dà vita mia l′aggiu lassate ccà...

Palazziello

Who knows why,
When I pass by here...
My heart, it doesn't want to walk anymore.
I stop in front of this little building,
Then I close my eyes and become a little kid again...
A poor little one, rich with happiness.
Outside this little alley,
Little kids with their moms and dads.
A father who makes shoes, home and work to make a living
A mother who is poor, but much richer now that she is well
The real friends of my life, I left them here
Outside this little alley,
So many beautiful memories.
My first little song,
I sang it here!
Outside this little alley,
Little kids with their moms and dads.
A father who makes shoes, home and work to make a living
A mother who is poor, but much richer now that she is well
The real friends of my life, I left them here...
A mother who is poor, but much richer now that she is well
The real friends of my life, I left them here
Outside this little alley,
So many beautiful memories.
My first little song,
I sang it here!
Outside this little alley,
Little kids with their moms and dads.
A father who makes shoes, home and work to make a living
A mother who is poor, but much richer now that she is well
The real friends of my life, I left them here...