Paroles et traduction Roberto Murolo - Lazzarella

Lazzarella

Cu 'e libbre sott"o vraccio
E 'a camicetta a fiore blu
Vuó' fá 'a signurenella
'Nnanz'â scola pure tu

Te piglie 'a sigaretta
Quann"accatte pe' papá
Te miette giá 'o rrussetto
Comme vide 'e fá a mammá
Lazzarè!

Ma Lazzarella comme si
A me mme piace sempe 'e cchiù
E vengo apposta pe' t"o ddí
Vicino â scola d"o Gesù

Tu invece mme rispunne: "Eggiá
I' devo retta proprio a te
Pe' me ll'ammore pó aspettá
Che n'aggi'a fá? Nun fa pe' me!"

Ah, Lazzarella, ventata 'e primmavera!
Quanno passe tutt"e mmatine
Giá te spiecchie dint"e vvetrine
Sulo nu cumplimento te fa avvampá

Ma Lazzarella comme si
Tu nun mme pienze proprio a me
E ride pe' mm"o ffá capí
Ca perdo o tiempo appresso a'tte

Mo vene uno studente
'Nnanze a scola d"o Gesù
Te va sempe 'cchiu stretta
A camicetta a ffiore blu

Te piglie quattro schiaffe
Tutte' volte ca papà
Te trova nu biglietto
Ca te scrive chillo llà
Lazzare'

Ma Lazzarella comme si
A me mme piace sempe 'e cchiù
E vengo apposta pe' t"o ddí
Vicino â scola d"o Gesù

Tu invece mme rispunne: "Eggiá
I' devo retta proprio a te
Pe' me ll'ammore pó aspettá
Che n'aggi'a fá? Nun fa pe' me!"

Ah lazzarella o tiempo comme vola
Mo te truove tutte 'e matine
Chine 'e llacrime stu cuscine
Manco 'na cumpagnella te po' aiutà

E chiane chiane mo' accussì
Te si cagnata pure tu
E te prepari a di' stu sì
Ma rint'a chiesa
R'o Gesù
Lazzarella
Lazzarella
Perdo o tiempo appresso a'tte

Lazzarella

With books under my arm,
And a blue flowered shirt,
You want to play the little lady,
In front of your school too.

You take a cigarette,
When you buy them for your dad,
You already put on lipstick,
Like you see your mom do.
Lazzarella!

But Lazzarella how is it
That I like you more and more,
And I come here on purpose to tell you,
Near the school of Jesus.

You answer me instead: "Oh, yeah,
I have to listen to you now,
Love can wait for me,
What should I do? It's not for me!"

Oh, Lazzarella, a breath of spring!
When you walk past every morning,
You already look at yourself in the shop windows,
Just a compliment makes you blush.

But Lazzarella how is it
That you don't think of me at all,
And laugh to make me understand,
That I'm wasting my time on you.

Now a student comes,
In front of the school of Jesus,
He walks closer to you,
With a blue flowered shirt.

You get four slaps,
Every time your dad,
Finds you a note,
That he writes for you.
Lazzarella.

But Lazzarella how is it
That I like you more and more,
And I come here on purpose to tell you,
Near the school of Jesus.

You answer me instead: "Oh, yeah,
I have to listen to you now,
Love can wait for me,
What should I do? It's not for me!"

Oh Lazzarella how time flies,
Now you find every morning,
This cushion full of tears,
Not even a girlfriend can help you.

And slowly, like this,
You have changed too,
And you prepare to say yes,
In church,
Of Jesus,
Lazzarella,
Lazzarella,
I'm wasting my time on you.