Paroles et traduction Sergio Bruni - Napule Ca Se Ne Va

Napule Ca Se Ne Va

E só' sbarcate 'nterra Marechiaro
Tre cumitive 'e vascio â Sanitá:
Só' doje coppie 'e 'nnammurate
Doje maeste 'ngannaccate
Cu 'e marite e nu cumpare
Viecchio "capo 'e suggitá"

E che tavula speciale:
'Nterra 'o cato cu 'a frutta e 'o vino
Nu mellone dinta cantina,
'O cumpare dinta cucina
Ca "discute" cu 'a "principale"

E 'a luna guarda e dice:
Si fosse ancora overo!
Chisto è 'o popolo 'e na vota
Gente semplice e felice
Chist'è Napule sincero
Ca pur'isso se ne va

Divotamente mo se fanno 'a croce
Comm'è ll'usanza, primma 'e accumminciá
'O cumpare ch'è 'struito,
Fa nu brínnese "in pulito"
Lle risponne, a una voce,
Tutta tavula: "Addó' va!"

'A sié Rosa ca se cunzòla
Pe' sti "suone" ca só' venute
Pe' 'sta voce ch'è "fina e bella"
Pa canzone ch'è "Palummella"
Palummella ca zómpa e vola

E 'a luna guarda e dice
Si fosse ancora overo!
Chisto è 'o popolo 'e 'na vota
Gente semplice e felice!
Chist'è Napule sincero
Ca pur'isso se ne va

'E ttre famiglie tornano vucanno
Nu poco fatte a vino tutt'e tre
'A varchetta 'e ccunnuléa
Na maesta scapuzzéa
'O cumpare parla 'e quanno
Quanno 'o guappo era nu rre

'E ffigliole, pe' sottaviento
Mo se fanno na zuppetella
Cu 'e taralle 'int'a ll'acqua 'e mare
Ll'acqua smòppeta, fragne e pare
Ca 'e mmanelle só' tutte 'argiento

E 'a luna guarda e dice
Si fosse ancora overo!
Chisto è 'o popolo 'e 'na vota
Gente semplice e felice!
Chist'è Napule sincero
Ca pur'isso se ne va

Naples is Disappearing

Three groups have just landed in Marechiaro
From Sanità, in their little boats:
Two couples in love, my dear,
Two cheated wives, I fear,
With their husbands and a friend so near,
An old "head of suggestions", it's clear.

And what a special table they share:
Down in the cellar with fruit and wine so rare,
A melon in the pantry, just right,
The friend in the kitchen, day and night,
"Discussing" with the "owner", what a sight!

And the moon looks down and sighs,
If only it were still true, my sweet,
These are the people of the past, you see,
Simple and happy as can be,
This is the true Naples, honestly,
Which, alas, is disappearing from me.

Devoutly now they make the sign of the cross,
As is the custom, before they embark,
The friend, who is quite erudite, you see,
Makes a "clean" toast, just for me,
And everyone at the table replies,
"Hear, hear!" with joyful cries.

There's Zia Rosa, who finds solace, my dove,
In these "sounds" that have just arrived,
In this voice that is "fine and lovely",
For the song that is "Little Dove", so free,
Little Dove that hops and flies, you see.

And the moon looks down and sighs,
If only it were still true, my dear,
These are the people of the past, so clear,
Simple and happy, without a fear,
This is the true Naples, so sincere,
Which, alas, is disappearing from here.

The three families return, singing aloud,
A little tipsy, all three, no doubt,
The little boat gently rocks and sways,
A wife playfully nudges and plays,
The friend talks about the days,
When a tough guy was a king, always.

The children, downwind, out of sight,
Now make a little soup, just right,
With taralli in the seawater so blue,
The water splashes, breaks, and seems to coo,
As if the waves were made of silver, too.

And the moon looks down and sighs,
If only it were still true, my sweet,
These are the people of the past, I greet,
Simple and happy, can't be beat,
This is the true Naples, so complete,
Which, alas, is disappearing from our street.