Paroles et traduction Sergio Bruni - Qui Fu Napoli

Qui Fu Napoli

Va cu te stu core amato
Pe′ 'sta via ca porta a mare...
Llá sta Napule allummato...
Mo ca scinne chesti ggrare
Vide ′o mare accumparé...
Spanne ll'aria nu sapore
D'erba ′e scoglie e de magná′...
Na cantina 'e piscatore
Tene ′o lume pronto giá...
Fuoco e zuccaro 'o mellone:
Ce stennimmo ′nterr'â rena...
Neve ′e 'sprinia 'into giarrone,
′Ncielo ′e stelle e 'a luna chiena...
E io canto: Qui fu Napoli!...
Nisciuno è meglio ′e me...
Dimane penzo ê diebbete
Stasera só' nu rre!
Sentarraje ′ncopp'a la rena
Voce a stesa ′e marenare:
"Tira, ohé... cha rezza vène..."
"Forza ohé... ch'aónna 'o mare..."
"Tira... arranca... venga a me!"
Cu chitarre e lume a giorno
Na varchetta passa e va...
Rossa e verde è ll′acqua, attuorno...
Tu nun mange, pe′ guardá...
E i' te vaso ′sta vucchella
Cu cchiù sfizio e passione...
'Sta vucchella sciuliarella
′Nfosa 'e vino e de mellone...
E io canto: Qui fu Napoli!...
Vintun′ore... ccá vicino,
Nu rilorgio, ll'ora sona...
Forse è 'ammore, forse è ′o vino...
′Sta faccella s'abbandona:
Tu t′adduorme 'mbracci′a me...
Pe' cuperta tiene ′e stelle,
Pe' cuscino chistu core...
Nonna - nonna a st'uocchie belle
Só′ sti vvoce ′e piscatore...
Dinto suonno, smaniosa,
Mo mme vuó'...mo mme ne cacce...
Po′ te scite e, vrucculosa,
T'annascunne ′int'a sti bbracce...

Here Was Naples

I go with you, my beloved heart,
On this street that leads to the sea...
Naples is brightly lit...
Now when these steps go down,
See the sea appear...
The air spreads a scent
Of seaweed and of eating...
A fisherman's tavern
Is ready with its light...
Fire and sugared melon:
We stretch out on the sand...
A sprinkling of dew on the lawn,
A sky of stars and a full moon...
And I sing: Here was Naples!...
None is better than me...
Tomorrow, I'll think about debts.
Tonight, I am a king!
You'll sit on the sand,
Sailor voices calling out:
"Pull, ohé... the net is coming..."
"Push, ohé... the sea is calm..."
"Pull... row... come to me!"
With guitars and lanterns,
A little boat passes and goes...
The water is red and green, around...
You don't eat, you just watch...
And I'll kiss your little mouth
With more pleasure and passion.
This little fresh mouth,
Fragrant with wine and melon...
And I sing: Here was Naples!...
Twenty-one hours... near here,
A clock sounds the hour...
Perhaps it's love, perhaps it's wine...
This face is relaxed:
You fall asleep in my arms...
You have the stars for a blanket,
This heart for a pillow...
Grandmother - grandmother to these beautiful eyes,
Those are the voices of fishermen...
In your dream, restless,
Now you want me... now you push me away...
Then you get up and, shy,
You hide in these arms...