Paroles et traduction Renato Carosone - 'O ciucciariello

'O ciucciariello

'Ncopp'a na strada janca e sulagna
'Mmiez'a ll'addore e a ll'aria 'e campagna
Na carretta piccerella
Chianu chiano, se ne va.

Nun s'affatica 'stu ciucciariello
Nun tene pressa... ch' 'a tene a fá?
E sta luntano 'stu paisiello
Addó' nisciuno ce ha da aspettá.

E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello.
'Sta carrettella, tírala tu!
E sona, sona, sona 'o campaniello.
Ma chi aspettava nun ce sta cchiù.

'Na femmena busciarda mm'ha lassato
Luntano da 'a campagna se n'è ghiuta.
E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello.
Pe' n'ata strada pòrtame tu!.

Oje ciucciariello, buono e aggarbato
Tu ca nc'hê visto sempe abbracciate.
'Na prumessa 'e matrimonio
A sentiste pure tu.

Essa diceva: "Si' 'a vita mia
E a primmavera c'îmm' 'a spusá..."
Nun era overo, fuje na buscía.
Se n'è partuta... chisà addó' sta?!.

E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello.
'Sta carrettella, tírala tu!
E sona, sona, sona 'o campaniello.
Ma chi aspettava nun ce sta cchiù.

'Na femmena busciarda mm'ha lassato
Luntano da 'a campagna se n'è ghiuta.
E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello.
Pe' n'ata strada pòrtame tu!.

'Na carretta piccerella
Chianu chiano, se ne va.
Se ne va...

'O ciucciariello

On a white and sunny street
Amidst the scent and country air
A small cart
Slowly, slowly, goes.

This little donkey doesn't toil
He's not in a hurry... why should he be?
And this village is far away
Where no one is waiting for him.

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey.
This little cart, you pull it!
And ring, ring, ring, the little bell.
But the one he was waiting for is no longer there.

A lying woman has left me
She has gone far away from the countryside.
And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey.
Take me down another road!.

Oh little donkey, kind and gentle
You who have always seen us embraced.
A promise of marriage
You heard it too.

She said: "You're my life
And in the springtime, I'll marry you..."
It wasn't true, it was a lie.
She left... who knows where she is?!.

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey.
This little cart, you pull it!
And ring, ring, ring, the little bell.
But the one he was waiting for is no longer there.

A lying woman has left me
She has gone far away from the countryside.
And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey.
Take me down another road!.

A small cart
Slowly, slowly, goes.
It goes away...