Paroles et traduction Roberto Murolo - Dduje paravise

Dduje paravise

Duje viecchie prufessure 'e cuncertino
Nu juorno, nun avevano che fá
Pigliájeno 'a chitarra e 'o mandulino
E, 'nParaviso, jèttero a suná
- Ttuppe-ttù - "San Pié', arapite!
Ve vulimmo divertí "
"Site 'e Napule?! Trasite!
E facitece sentí "
"V'avimm"a fá sentí doje, tre canzone
Ca tutt"o Paraviso ha da cantá
Suspire 'e vase museca 'e passione
Robba ca sulo a Napule se fa
E 'a sera, 'nParaviso, se sunaje
E tutt"e Sante jèttero a sentí
'O repertorio nun ferneva maje
"Carmela, 'o Sole mio, Maria Marí' "
"Ah, San Pié', chesti ccanzone
Sulo Napule 'e ppò fá
Arapite stu barcone
A sentite 'sta cittá?
E, sott"o sole e 'a luna, vuje sentite
Sti vvoce, ca só' voce 'e giuventù
Si po' scennite llá, nun 'o ccredite?!
Vuje, 'nParaviso, nun turnate cchiù! "
Ma, doppo poco, da 'a malincunía
'E viecchie se sentettero 'e pigliá
Suffrévano nu poco 'e nustalgía
E, a Napule, vulèttero turná
"Mo, San Pié', si permettite
Nuje v'avimm"a salutá "
"Site pazze! Che dicite?
Nun vulite restá ccá?!"
"Nuje simmo 'e nu paese bello e caro
Ca tutto tène e nun se fa lassá
Pusìlleco, Surriento, Marechiaro
'O Paraviso nuosto è chillu llá!"

Two Paradises

Two old professors of concertino
One day, had nothing to do
They took the guitar and the mandolin
And went to play in Paradise
- Knock-knock - "Saint Peter, open up!
We want to entertain you"
"You're from Naples?! Come on in!
And make us hear you"
"We're going to make you hear two, three songs
That the whole of Paradise will have to sing
Sighs of kisses, music of passion
Stuff that only happens in Naples
And in the evening, in Paradise, they played
And all the Saints came to listen
The repertoire never ended
"Carmela, 'O Sole mio, Maria Marí' "
"Ah, Saint Peter, these songs
Only Naples can do them
Open this gate
To hear this city?
And, under the sun and the moon, you hear
These voices, which are voices of youth
You can go down there, don't you believe it?!
You, in Paradise, don't come back anymore!"
But, after a while, from the melancholy
The old men felt like taking
They suffered a little nostalgia
And, to Naples, they wanted to return
"Now, Saint Peter, if you'll permit
We've got to say goodbye to you"
"You're crazy! What are you saying?
Don't you want to stay here?!"
"We're from a beautiful and dear country
Which has everything and doesn't let itself be abandoned
Posillipo, Sorrento, Marechiaro
Our Paradise is that one over there!"