Paroles et traduction Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare - Musica Popolare

Musica Popolare

Lucariello va p[e festeE cunosce tutt]e poste,
Nun appena vene maggio
Accummenciano ′sti viaggi.
E' assaje forte ′sta passione pe' sti tradizioni...
Pass[o tiempo, cagna 'o munnoE se resta guaglione. Lucariello va p]e feste
Quanta sciure p[e feneste, Chi p]a strada, chi s′affaccia,
Chi se pitta pure ′a faccia...
Saje ca chistu juorno
Pure Cristo chiude n'uocchio,
E po′ quanno è 'a sera
Che male dint[e ginocchia... Musica popolareNasce mmiez]a gente ca nun tene niente...
Musica popolare
Rosa ′e chesto ammore rosa mia d'argiento...
Lucariello va p[e festePe′ cercà 'nu munno onesto, E te dice guarda annanze, Senza maje lassà 'st′usanza... Chesta vita è ′na catenaSi se spezza se ne vene.Chiove, jesce 'o sole e po′.Sponta l'arcobaleno... Musica popolareNasce mmiezo ′a gente ca nun tene niente... Musica popolareRosa 'e chesto ammore rosa mia d′argiento...]

Folk Music

Lucariello goes to the festivalsAnd knows all the places,
As soon as May comes
These trips begin.
This passion for these traditions is very strong...
Time passes, the world changesAnd he remains a boy. Lucariello goes to the festivals
How many flowers on the windows,Who on the street, who leans out,
Who even paints their face...
You know that on this day
Even Christ closes an eye,
And then when it's evening
What pain in your knees... Folk musicIs born among people who don't have anything...
Folk music
A rose of this love, my silver rose...
Lucariello goes to the festivalsTo search for an honest world,And he tells you look ahead,Without ever leaving this custom...This life is a chainIf it breaks, it will come.It rains, the sun comes out and thenThe rainbow appears... Folk musicIs born among people who don't have anything... Folk musicA rose of this love, my silver rose...]