Paroles et traduction Nino D'Angelo - Povero Ammore

Povero Ammore

T'aggia lassata sempe sola sola
Mentr'io passavo 'e 'nnotti 'nsieme a n'at
Senza curarme 'e te, pover'ammore
E tu facevi finta 'e nun sape'
E mo' ca te vurria sempre vicina
Che brutto scherzo ca me fa 'o destino
E sto preganno a 'tte, Madonna mia
A cumpagnella mia nun ta piglia'
Io te prumetto ca addivento buono
Due cuori d'argiento porto ai pieri tuoje
Un è pe 'mme ca song' peccatore
L'ate è 'pa figlia mia ca resta sola
Una lacrima mi scenne
Marunne', a cumpagnella mia...
A cumpagnella mia ta vo' piglia'?
Ta vo' purta' cu 'tte?
To vo' purta' cu 'tte all'ato munno?
Ma allora, ma allora che Madonna si?
Io nun te credo, nun te crero 'cchiù!
E che 'lla rico a peccerella mia
Quanno se sceta a notte e vo' a mammà
Te prego, te prego, nun m'o da'sto dispiacere
Dimme che è 'na bufia sta verità
Tu ca si stata a mamma 'e tutte 'e mamme
ÌSta grazie ca te cerco me l'hai a fa'
Pigliate 'o core mio, pigliate a 'mme
Ma' a peccerella lassala a mammà
Nun ta piglia'a cumpagnella mia, Maronna
O 'vvire ca sto preganno addinucchiuato
To giuro, to giuro ca addivento buono
Vengo tutte e iuorne inta chiesa, Marunne', a te prega'
A cumpagnella mia, a cumpagnella mia nun ta purta, Marunne'
E si nun 'o vo' fa per 'mme, fallo pe chista peccerella
A figliarella mia, Maronna, Maro', te prego...

Poor Love

I have always left you alone
While I spent my nights with another
Without caring for you, poor love
And you pretended not to know
But now that I would like you always near me
What a bad joke destiny plays on me
And I beg you, my Madonna
Don't take my wife
I promise you that I will become good
I bring you two silver hearts
One is for me who is a sinner
The other is for my daughter who will be left alone
A tear falls from my eye
Madonna, my wife...
You want to take my wife?
You want to take her with you?
You want to take her with you to the other world?
But then, but then what kind of Madonna are you?
I don't believe you, I don't believe you anymore!
And what will happen to my little girl
When she wakes up at night and wants her mommy
I beg you, I beg you, don't give me this pain
Tell me that this truth is a lie
You who have been the mother of all mothers
This grace that I ask of you, you must grant me
Take my heart, take me
But leave my little girl to her mommy
Don't take my wife, Madonna
Or I will pray to you on my knees
I swear, I swear that I will become good
I will come to church every day, Madonna, to pray to you
My wife, my wife, don't take her, Madonna
And if you don't want to do it for me, do it for this little girl
My little daughter, Madonna, Madonna, I beg you...