Paroles et traduction Roberto Vecchioni - Nel regno di Napoli

Nel regno di Napoli

A) Miseria e nobilt?
Paese di sole, paese di cielo, paese di mare,
Paese di una noia mortale.
Io, pieno di nostalgia per la mia Parigi
Sono qui, a Napoli, circondato da barbari
E mangio pesce
Cucinato senza amore.
Quelquefois
Moi, le prince d′Artois
Pour le vouloir du roi
Comandant? Naples qualquefois
Quand j'ai mang? tr? s mal
Ce poisson de barbars
Cuit sans amour.
En voyant Paris
Dans un jour d′avril
Je me desep? re
Mais seulment quelquefois...
...E sempe 'stu mare passa e va
E sempe ce ricon'e canta′
E passa e va la Storia
E nuie stamm′ a guarda'
E sempe, senza sape′ pecch?
Tenimm' ′a meglio spigola p'o Re
Nuie simme gente ′e core
E 'o core nun vo' sape′...
Qulquefois
Je fais bien ma toilette
Et depuis je m′apprette
J'ecris des lettres quelquefois.
Qualquefois
Dans le rues de sa ville
Je me sens mourir.
Ceux sont des primitifs...
Je me souviens de Paris
? Droite et? gauche
Oh, les vol-au-vent, oh, mes brioches!
B) L′oro di Napoli. Eran belli quei signori che venivan da fuori
Tu che hai visto solo il mare, ti facevano sognare
E parlavano un po' strano (son venuti da lontano)
Ti hanno preso per il cuore e pensavi: "forse? amore".
Nenna ne′, ma com'? bello l′amore con te.
Nenna ne', ma com'? bello l′amore con te.
E pass? l′americano con le stelle sulla mano
Era bello come un santo e ti ha preso il sentimento
E promesse e cioccolata per l'Italia liberata
Torna l′onda e torna il mare, tu non vuoi pi? ritornare.
Nenna ne', tu fai l′amore e l'amore dov′?
Nenna ne', tu fai l'amore e l′amore non c′?.
Eran belli quei signori che venivano da fuori:
Qualche volta fu un inglese, qualche volta fu un francese...
C)Le voci di dentro
Quelquefois
Quand les jours? Naples
Sont des miracles
Pleins de soleil
Quelquefois
Qualche giovane dolce
Come un succo di noce
M'insegna l′italien...
Pe' mme c′o tiempo pass'e va
Pe′ mme nun ce sta maje "quelquefois"
Ce sta 'stu "sempe", e che male ca fa

In the Kingdom of Naples

A) Misery and nobility?
Land of sun, land of sky, land of sea,
Land of deadly boredom.
I, full of nostalgia for my Paris
I am here, in Naples, surrounded by barbarians
And I eat fish
Cooked without love.
Quelquefois
Moi, the prince of Artois
By the king's will
Commanded Naples quelquefois
When I ate very badly
This fish of barbarians
Cooked without love.
On seeing Paris
On an April day
I become desperate
But only quelquefois...
...And forever this sea passes and goes
And forever it knows again and sings
And History passes and goes
And we are watching
And forever, without knowing why
We hold the best sea bass for the King
We are people of heart
And the heart does not want to know...
Qulquefois
I dress well
And ever since I prepare myself
I write letters quelquefois.
Qualquefois
In the streets of his city
I feel like I'm dying.
These are primitives...
I remember Paris
Right and left?
Oh, the vol-au-vent, oh, my brioches!
B) The Gold of Naples. Those gentlemen who came from abroad were beautiful
You who have only seen the sea, they made you dream
And they spoke a little strange (they came from far away)
They took your heart and you thought: "maybe love".
Nenna ne, but how beautiful love is with you.
Nenna ne, but how beautiful love is with you.
And the American passed by with the stars on his hand
He was as handsome as a saint and he took your love
And promises and chocolate for the liberated Italy
The wave returns and the sea returns, you no longer want to go back.
Nenna ne, you make love and where is love?
Nenna ne, you make love and there is no love.
Those gentlemen who came from abroad were beautiful:
Sometimes it was an Englishman, sometimes it was a Frenchman...
C) The Voices Within
Quelquefois
When the days in Naples
Are miracles
Full of sunshine
Quelquefois
Some sweet young girl
Like a walnut juice
Teaches me Italian...
For me, time passes and goes
For me, there is never a "quelquefois"
There is this "always", and how bad it hurts