Paroles et traduction Renato Carosone - Pigliant 'na Pastiglia

Pigliant 'na Pastiglia

CantaNapoli.
Napoli in farmacia.
Eh eh
Io cammino ogne notte,
Io cammino sbarianno,
Io nun tengo maje suonno,
Nun chiudo maje ll'uocchie e nun bevo cafè.
Va' te cócca, siente a me!
Va' te cócca, siente a me!
Na perziana ca sbatte,
Nu lampione ca luce
E nu 'mbriaco ca dice,
Bussanno a na porta:
"Mm'arape, Cuncè'!"
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiù,
Na vucchella vurría scurdá.
Gente, diciteme comm'aggi"a fá.
Pígliate na pastiglia!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Pe' mme fá addurmí,
Pe' mme fá scurdá
Il mio dolce amor.
Pígliate na pastiglia!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Pe' mme fá sentí
Come un gran pasciá
E mm'inebria il cuor.
Dint"e vvetrine 'e tutt"e farmaciste,
La vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline 'e glicerofosfato, bromotelevisionato,
Grammi zero, zero, tre.
Ah!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Dint"o scuro na gatta,
Mastecanno na sarda,
Doce doce mme guarda,
Mme guarda, se struscia,
Miagola e fa:
Siente a me, vatte a cuccá!
Siente a me, vatte a cuccá!
Só' nu ciuccio 'e carretta
Carrecato d'ammore
Ca se tira stu core,
Stu core ca cerca la felicitá.
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiù,
Na vucchella vurría scurdá.
Gente, diciteme comm'aggi"a fá.
Dint"e vvetrine 'e tutt"e farmaciste,
La vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline 'e glicerofosfato, bromotelevisionato,
Diddittí, bicarbonato, Borotalco e seme 'e lino,
Cataplasma e semolino, Na custata â fiorentina,
Mortadella e duje panine cu nu miezu litro 'e vino,
Nu caffé con caffeina,
Grammi zero, zero, tre.
Ah!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!

Take a Pill

Neapolitan Song.
Naples in a pharmacy.
Heh heh
I walk every night,
I walk around yawning,
I never get sleepy,
I never close my eyes and I don't drink coffee.
Listen to me, my dear!
Listen to me, my dear!
A shutter banging,
A streetlight shining
And a drunkard saying,
Knocking on a door:
"Open up for me, Connie!"
I haven't slept in three nights,
I wish I could forget a certain little mouth.
People, tell me what I should do.
Take a pill!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
To make me fall asleep,
To make me forget
My sweet love.
Take a pill!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
To make me feel
Like a great pasha
And intoxicate my heart.
In the windows of all the pharmacists,
Old chamomile has given way
To glycerophosphate, bromo-television...
Zero, zero, three grams.
Ah!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
In the dark, a cat,
Chewing on a sardine,
Looks at me sweetly,
Looks at me, rubs against me,
Mies and says:
Listen to me, go to bed!
Listen to me, go to bed!
I'm a stubborn mule,
Loaded with love,
That pulls on my heart,
This heart that seeks happiness.
I haven't slept in three nights,
I wish I could forget a certain little mouth.
People, tell me what I should do.
In the windows of all the pharmacists,
Old chamomile has given way
To glycerophosphate, bromo-television...
Diddittí, bicarbonate, Borotalco, and flaxseed,
Poultice and semolina, Florentine steak,
Mortadella and two rolls with half a liter of wine,
A coffee with caffeine,
Zero, zero, three grams.
Ah!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!