Paroles et traduction Sergio Bruni - E duie paravise

E duie paravise

Dduje viecchie prufessure '
E cuncertino
Nu juorno nun avevano che ffa'
Pigliajeno 'a chitarra
E 'o mandulino
E 'nparaviso jettero a suna'
Ttuppettu san pie' arapite
Ve vulimmo diverti'
Site 'e napule trasite
E facitece senti'
V'avimm 'a fa' senti'
Doje tre canzo-one
Ca tutto paraviso
Ha da canta'
Suspire 'e vase musica
'E passione
Rrobba ca sulo a napule se fa
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E 'a sera 'nparaviso se sunaje
E tutte sante jettero a senti'
'O repertorio nun ferneva maje
Carmela 'o sole mio maria mari'
Ah san pie' chesti ccanzone
Sulo napule 'e ppo' fa'
Arapite stu barcone
'A sentite 'sta citta'
E sotto sole e 'a
Luna vuje sentite
Sti vvoce ca so' voce
'E giuventu'
Si po' scennite lla'
Nun 'o ccredite
Vuje 'nparaviso nun
Turnate cchiu'
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Ma doppo poco
Da 'a malincunia
'E vecchie
Se sentettero 'e piglia'
Suffrevano nu poco 'e nustalgia
E a napule vulettero turna'
Mo san pie' si permettite
Nuje v'avimma saluta'
Site pazze che dicite
Nun vulite resta' cca'
Nuje simmo 'e nu
Paese bello e ca-aro
Ca tutto tene e nun
Se fa lassa'
Pusilleco surriento marechiaro
'O paraviso nuosto
E' chillu lla'

E duie paravise

Two old professors
And a small concert
One day they had nothing to do
They took the guitar
And the mandolin
And went to play in paradise
Saint Peter opens the gates
We want to have some fun
You are from Naples, come in
And make us hear
We want you to make us hear
Two or three songs
Because the whole paradise
Has to sing
Sighs of kisses, music
Of passion
Stuff that only happens in Naples
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And in the evening, paradise was filled with music
And all the saints came to listen
The repertoire never ended
Carmela, O sole mio, Maria Mari'
Oh, Saint Peter, these songs
Only Naples can create them
Open this boat
To hear this city
And under the sun and the
Moon, you hear
These voices that are the voices
Of youth
You can go down there
You won't believe it
You won't
Return to paradise anymore
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But after a while
From the melancholy
The old men
Felt like taking it
They suffered a bit of nostalgia
And wanted to return to Naples
Now, Saint Peter, if you allow it
We must say goodbye to you
You're crazy, what are you saying?
Don't you want to stay here?
We are from a
Beautiful and dear country
That has everything and never
Allows itself to be abandoned
Posillipo, Sorrento, Marechiaro
Our paradise
Is that one