Paroles et traduction Roberto Murolo - Ciccio Formaggio

Ciccio Formaggio

Te ′ncuntraje
Te parlaje
E m'innamorai di te
Mme guardaste
Mme diciste
"Mi piacete pure a me"
Ma tutt"o bbene ca hê ditto sempe ′e mme vulé
è na buscía ch'è asciuta 'ncopp"o naso a te

Si mme vulisse bene overamente
Nun mme facisse ′ncujetá da ′a gente
Nun mme tagliasse 'e pizze d"a paglietta
Nun mme mettisse ′a vrénna 'int"a giacchetta
Si mme vulisse bene, o mia Luisa
Nun mme rumpisse ′o cuollo d"a cammisa

Si' na ′nfá', si' na ′nfá′, si' na ′nfama
Te n'abù′, te n'abù′, te n'abuse
Te n'abuse ca Ciccio Formaggio
Nun tene ′o curaggio
Nemmeno ′e parlá!

Si sapisse
Si vedisse
Dint"o core mio che nc'è!
Cumpatisse
Mme dicisse
"Puveriello, ma pecché?"
Ma ′ncopp"o core tu nce tiene 'e pile ′o ssá'
Ca nu barbiere nun ce abbasta p"e ttagliá

Si mme vulisse bene overamente
Nun mme facisse ′ncujetá da 'a gente
Nun mme tirasse 'e pile ′a dint"e rrecchie
Nun mme mettisse ′o dito dint'a ll′uocchie
Nun mme mettisse 'a neve dint"a sacca
Nun mme squagliasse ′ncapa 'a ceralacca

Si′ na 'nfá', si′ na ′nfá', si′ na 'nfama
Te n′abù', te n′abù', te n'abuse
Te n′abuse ca Ciccio Formaggio
Nun tene ′o curaggio
Nemmeno 'e parlá!

L′altro giorno
Ma che scorno
Vengo a casa e trovo a te
Spettinata
Abbracciata
'Nziem′a n'ommo, bèh, ched è?
Mme rispunniste: "Chisto vene a te ′mpará
Comme se vasa quanno tu mm'hê 'a spusá"

Si mme vulisse bene overamente
Nun mme facisse ′ncujetá da ′a gente
Nun mme menasse 'e streppe ′e rafanielle
Nun mme mettisse 'a quaglia ′int"o cappiello
Nun mme facisse stá, pe' n′ora sana

Cu 'a pippa 'mmocca e cu ′a cannela ′mmano
Si mme vulisse bene overamente
Nun mme facisse 'ncujetá da ′a gente
Nun mme pugnisse areto cu 'o spillone
Nun mme mettisse ′a colla 'int"o cazone
Nun mme screvisse, cu nu piezzo ′e gesso
Aret"o matinè: "Ciccí' si' fesso!"

Si′ na ′nfá', si′ na 'nfá′, si' na ′nfama
Te n'abù', te n′abù′, te n'abuse
Te n′abuse ca Ciccio Formaggio
Nun tene 'o curaggio
Nemmeno ′e parlá!

Ciccio Formaggio

I met you
I talk to you
And I fell in love with you
You looked at me
You told me
"I like you too"
But all the good that I have always said I wanted
is a lie that came out on your nose

If you really loved me
You would not make me worry about people
You would not cut the pieces of my straw hat
You would not put the bridle in my jacket
If you loved me, my Luisa
You would not break my shirt's neck

You're a child, you're a child, you're a nasty
You abuse me, you abuse me, you abuse me
You abuse me because Ciccio Formaggio
Has no courage
Not even to speak!

If you knew
If you saw
In my heart what there is!
You would pity me
You would tell me
"Poor boy, but why?"
But on your heart you have batteries, you know
That a barber is not enough to cut

If you really loved me
You would not make me worry about people
You would not pull the hairs from my ears
You would not put your finger in my eyes
You would not put snow in my bag
You would not melt sealing wax on my head

You're a child, you're a child, you're a nasty
You abuse me, you abuse me, you abuse me
You abuse me because Ciccio Formaggio
Has no courage
Not even to speak!

The other day
But what a shame
I come home and find you
Disheveled
Embraced
Together with a man, well, what is that?
You answered me: "This one comes to you to teach
How to kiss when I should have married you"

If you really loved me
You would not make me worry about people
You would not take me radishes' leaves
You would not put the quail in my hat
You would not make me stay, for an hour

With a pipe in my mouth and a candle in my hand
If you really loved me
You wouldn't make me worry about people
You wouldn't prick me behind with a pin
You would not put glue in my trousers
You wouldn't write me, with a piece of chalk
On the back of my morning coat: "Ciccio you're stupid!"

You're a child, you're a child, you're a nasty
You abuse me, you abuse me, you abuse me
You abuse me because Ciccio Formaggio
Has no courage
Not even to speak!