Paroles et traduction Ricchi E Poveri - Ma se ghe pensu

Ma se ghe pensu

U l'ëa partiu sensa ûn-a palanca
L'ëa zà trent'anni, forse anche ciû
U l'aia luttou pe mette i dinæ a-a banca
E poèisene ancun ûn giurnu turna in zû
E fäse a palassinn-a e o giardinettu
Cu-o rampicante, cu-a cantinn-a e o vin
A branda attaccâ a-i ærboui, a ûsu lettu
Pe daghe 'na schenâ séia e mattin
Ma u figgiu ghe dixeiva: "Nu ghe pensâ
A Zena cöse ti ghe vêu turnâ?!"
Ma se ghe pensu allua mi veddu u mâ
Veddu i mæ munti e a ciassa da Nunsiâ
Riveddu u Righi e me s'astrenze o chêu
Veddu a lanterna, a cava, lazzû o mêu...
Riveddu a séia Zena illûminâ
Veddu là a Fuxe e sentu franze o mâ
E allua mi pensu ancun de riturnâ
A pösâ e osse duve'òu mæ madunnâ
U l'ëa passou du tempu, forse troppu
U figgiu u ghe disceiva: "Stemmu ben
Duve ti vêu andâ, papá?. pensiemmu doppu
U viäggio, u má, t'é vëgio, nu cunven!"
"Oh nu, oh nu! me sentu ancun in gamba
Son stûffu e nu ne possu pròpriu ciû
Son stancu de sentî señor caramba
Mi vêuggiu ritornamene ancun in zû...
Ti t'ê nasciûo e t'æ parlou spagnollu
Mi son nasciûo zeneize e... nu ghe mollu!"
Ma se ghe penso allua mi veddo u mâ
Veddu i mæ monti e a ciassa da Nunsiâ
Riveddu u Righi e me s'astrenze u chêu
Veddu a lanterna, a cava e lazzû o mêu...
Riveddo a séia Zena illûminâ
Veddo là a Fuxe e sento franze u mâ
Allua mi pensu ancun de riturnâ
A pösâ e osse dove'òu mæ madunnâ
E sensa tante cöse u l'è partïu
E a Zena u gh'à furmóu turna u so nïu

But if I think about it

He left without a dime
It's been thirty years, maybe more
He fought to put money in the bank
And one day maybe return
And build a palace and a garden
With vines, a cellar, and wine
A hammock hanging from the trees, like a bed
To give him a soft back at night and in the morning
But his son told him, "Don't even think about it
What do you want to go back to Genoa for?!"
But if I think about it, then I see the sea
I see my mountains and the Nunziata square
I see the Righi and my heart constricts
I see the lighthouse, the harbor, and up there my home...
I see old Genoa lit up
I see the Fuxe over there and I hear the sea roaring
And then I think again of returning
To rest my bones where I was born
Time had passed, perhaps too much
His son told him, "We're fine
Where do you want to go, dad? We'll think about it later
The trip, the sea, you're old, it's not convenient!"
"Oh no, oh no! I still feel strong
I'm fed up and I can't take it anymore
I'm tired of hearing señor caramba
I want to go back again...
You were born and you spoke Spanish
I was born Genoese and... I won't give up!"
But if I think about it, then I see the sea
I see my mountains and the Nunziata square
I see the Righi and my heart constricts
I see the lighthouse, the harbor, and up there my home...
I see old Genoa lit up
I see the Fuxe over there and I hear the sea roaring
Then I think again of returning
To rest my bones where I was born
And without much ado, he left
And in Genoa, he built his nest again