Paroles et traduction Sergio Bruni - 'A Tazza 'E Cafè

'A Tazza 'E Cafè

Vurría sapé pecché si mme vedite,
Facite sempe ′a faccia amariggiata...
Ma vuje, quanto cchiù brutta ve facite,
Cchiù bella, a ll'uocchie mieje, v′appresentate...
I' mo nun saccio si ve n'accurgite!
Ma cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta,
Tazza ′e café parite:
Sotto tenite ′o zzuccaro,
E 'ncoppa, amara site...
Ma i′ tanto ch'aggia vutá,
E tanto ch′aggia girá...
Ca 'o ddoce ′e sotta tazza,
Fin'a 'mmocca mm′ha da arrivá!...
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù v′arrefreddate,
'Mméce ′e ve riscaldá..."Caffè squisito!..."
'O bbello è ca, si pure ve gelate,
Site ′a delizia do ccafé granito...
Facenno cuncurrenza â limunata...
Ma cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta,
Tazza 'e café parite:
Sotto tenite ′o zzuccaro,
E 'ncoppa, amara site...
Ma i' tanto ch′aggia vutá,
E tanto ch′aggia girá...
Ca 'o ddoce ′e sotta tazza,
Fin'a ′mmocca mm'ha da arrivá!...
Vuje site ′a mamma de rrepassatore?...
E i', bellezza mia, figlio 'e cartaro!...
Si vuje ve divertite a cagná core,
I′ faccio ′e ccarte pe' senza denare...
Bella pareglia fóssemo a fá ′ammore!
Ma cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta,
Tazza 'e café parite:
Sotto tenite ′o zzuccaro,
E 'ncoppa, amara site...
Ma i′ tanto ch'aggia vutá,
E tanto ch'aggia girá...
Ca ′o ddoce ′e sotta tazza,
Fin'a ′mmocca mm'ha da arrivá!...

'A Tazza 'E Cafè

I'd like to know why every time you see me,
You always make such a sour face...
But you, the uglier you make yourself,
The more beautiful you appear to my eyes...
I don't know if you've noticed!
But with those ways of yours, oh Bridget,
You seem like a cup of coffee:
You have sugar on the bottom,
And you're bitter on top...
But I've emptied it so many times,
And I've stirred it so much...
That the sweetness from the bottom of the cup,
Will eventually reach my mouth!...
The more time passes, the colder you get,
Instead of warming up..."What a delicious coffee!..."
The beautiful thing is that, even if you freeze,
You're a delight as a frozen coffee...
Competing with lemonade...
But with those ways of yours, oh Bridget,
You seem like a cup of coffee:
You have sugar on the bottom,
And you're bitter on top...
But I've emptied it so many times,
And I've stirred it so much...
That the sweetness from the bottom of the cup,
Will eventually reach my mouth!...
Are you the mother of a repeating offender?...
And I, my beautiful, the son of a papermaker!...
If you like to break hearts,
I'll make cards for free...
We would make a beautiful couple!
But with those ways of yours, oh Bridget,
You seem like a cup of coffee:
You have sugar on the bottom,
And you're bitter on top...
But I've emptied it so many times,
And I've stirred it so much...
That the sweetness from the bottom of the cup,
Will eventually reach my mouth!...