Paroles et traduction Sergio Bruni - Scapricciatiello

Scapricciatiello

Scapricciatiello mio, vatténne â casa
Si nun vuó′ jí 'ngalèra, ′int'a stu mese

Comme te ll'aggia dí ca nun è cosa?
Chella nun è pe′ te, chella è na ′mpesa
Che vène a dí ch'è bella cchiù ′e na rosa
Si po' te veco ′e chiagnere annascuso?
Lássala, siente a me, ca nun è cosa

Tu, pa bionda, si' troppo onesto:
Chella è fatta pe′ ll'ommo 'nzisto
Alluntánate ′a ′sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá
Nun ′o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
To ffá credere e po' te lassa:
Te fa perdere ′a libertá

Tutte mmatine, mamma, dinta cchiesa,
Prega, pe' te, ′a Madonna e nun repòsa
Jetto curtiello... nun fá 'o smaniuso
Si no tu vaje 'ngalèra e ′a bionda sposa
Curre adda vecchia, va′, cércale scusa

Tu, pa bionda, si' troppo onesto:
Chella è fatta pe′ ll'ommo ′nzisto
Alluntánate 'a ′sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
To ffá credere e po′ te lassa:
Te fa perdere ′a libertá

Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
To ffá credere e po′ te lassa:
Te fa perdere 'a libertá

Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
Si nun vuó′ jí 'ngalèra
Int′a stu mese

Scapricciatiello

My fickle one, go back home
If you don't want to end up in prison, this month

How am I supposed to tell you it's not right?
She's not for you, she's a troublemaker
Who comes to say she's more beautiful than a rose
Can I see you weeping in secret?
Leave her, listen to me, it's not right

You, for a blonde, you're too honest:
She's made for an insistent man
Stay away from this "mistress"
Because she'll ruin you, son of my mother
Can't you see she's playing with you?
She's teasing you with a hundred tricks
To make you believe and then she'll leave you:
She'll make you lose your freedom

Every morning, mother, in church,
She prays for you, to the Madonna and does not rest
Throw away the knife... don't be desperate
If not you'll end up in prison and the blonde will marry
Run to the old woman, go on, apologize

You, for a blonde, you're too honest:
She's made for an insistent man
Stay away from this "mistress"
Because she'll ruin you, son of my mother
Can't you see she's playing with you?
She's teasing you with a hundred tricks
To make you believe and then she'll leave you:
She'll make you lose your freedom

Can't you see she's playing with you?
She's teasing you with a hundred tricks
To make you believe and then she'll leave you:
She'll make you lose your freedom

My fickle one, go back home
If you don't want to end up in prison
This month