Paroles et traduction Renzo Arbore - Era de maggio (live)

Era de maggio (live)

Era de maggio e te cadéano 'nzino,
A schiocche a schiocche, li ccerase rosse...
Fresca era ll'aria... e tutto lu ciardino
Addurava de rose a ciento passe...
Era de maggio, io no, nun mme ne scordo,
Na canzone cantávamo a doje voce...
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n'allicordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce...

E diceva: "Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaje,
Tu mme lasse, io conto ll'ore...
Chisà quanno turnarraje!"
Rispunnev'io: "Turnarraggio
Quanno tornano li rrose...
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá...
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá."

E só' turnato e mo, comm'a na vota,
Cantammo 'nzieme lu mutivo antico;
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma 'ammore vero no, nun vota vico...
De te, bellezza mia, mme 'nnammuraje,
Si t'allicuorde, 'nnanz'a la funtana:
Ll'acqua, llá dinto, nun se sécca maje,
E ferita d'ammore nun se sana...

Nun se sana: ca sanata,
Si se fosse, gioja mia,
'Mmiez'a st'aria 'mbarzamata,
A guardarte io nun starría!
E te dico: "Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io só...
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó!
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó "

It was May (live)

It was May and cherries were falling,
One by one, the red cherries...
The air was fresh... and the whole garden
Smelled of a hundred roses...
It was May, I don't forget it,
We sang a song in two voices...
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
The air was fresh and the song was sweet...

And you said: "My heart, my heart!
My heart, you are going far away,
You leave me, I count the hours...
I wonder when you'll come back!"
I answered: "I will return
When the roses return...
If this blossoming returns in May,
I'll be here in May too...
If this blossoming returns in May,
I'll be here in May too."

And I've returned now, like before,
We sing together the ancient melody;
Time passes and the world grows old,
But true love doesn't fade away...
I fell in love with you, my beauty,
You remember, in front of the fountain:
The water inside never dries up,
And the wounds of love never heal...

They don't heal: because if they healed,
If they did, my joy,
In this fragrant air,
I wouldn't be looking at you!
And I say to you: "My heart, my heart!
My heart, I've returned...
May returns and love returns:
Do with me what you want!
May returns and love returns:
Do with me what you want "