Paroles et traduction Teresa De Sio - 'E Pazzielle (Live)

'E Pazzielle (Live)

O mare vene e va
E ll'onda se fa carè
Mille pazzielle 'ncoppa a rena.
O mare vene e va
Po' torna pe s'e piglià
Che le dispiace d'e lassà.
So 'e ccose ch'e perduto
E chelle che te si scurdato,
Stanotte tornano
Fatte e stelle e mare.
E firmate a guardà
E contale a una a una,
Mille pazzielle sott'a luna,
Se veneno a pusà,
è 'o mare che vò parlà
Cu sti pazzielle p"e criature.
So 'e cose chiù luntane
E chelle che so chiù vicine,
So 'e cose che nun 'e fatto
A tiempo a di,
So 'e lacreme e 'e resate,
So ll'uocchie 'e chi ha chiagnuto,
So 'e mmani e chi
Nun l'e dato a mano mai.
Ma nun te sbaglià
Cu sti pazzielle,
Acqua e mare no,
Nun vene pe restà,
Ma t' 'e ffa vedè
Na vota sola,
Comm' 'e suonne che
O sole fa sparì,
Po' s'e pporta e chi sà addo va.
O mare vene e va
E ll'onda se fa carè
Mille pazzielle 'ncoppa 'a rena.
O mare vene e va
Che nun te vò fa scurdà
E pparole che diciste ajere,
So 'e ccose ch'e cercato
E che 'o tiempo nun t'a purtato,
So 'e mille sfizi
Che nun te può levà,
So 'e suonne ch' 'e sunnato,
So 'e notti ch'ea passà scetato,
So tutt' 'e juorne
Ch'ancora hanna arrivà.
Ma nun te sbaglià
Cu sti pazzielle,
Acqua e mare no,
Nun vene pe restà,
Ma t' 'e ffa verè
Na vota sola,
Comm' 'e suonne che
O sole fa sparì,
Po' s'e pporta e chi sà addo va

'E Pazzielle (Live)

The sea comes and goes
Waves so kindly and tender
A thousand little crabs crawl on the sand.
The sea comes and goes
Then retreats to return again
For it regrets leaving them behind.
They are the things I have lost
And things you have forgotten,
Tonight they return
Made of stars and sea.
Stop and behold
Count them one by one,
A thousand little crabs under the moon,
They come ashore to rest,
It is the sea that wants to speak
With these little crabs for its creatures.
They are the most distant things
And those that are closest,
They are the things I was unable to say
In time,
They are tears and prayers,
They are the eyes that have cried,
They are the hands
That never gave themselves.
But do not confuse yourself
With these little crabs,
They are not water or sea,
They do not come to stay,
But they offer themselves to be seen
For just a moment,
Like the dreams
That the sun makes disappear,
And then takes with it, and who knows where it goes.
The sea comes and goes
Waves so kindly and tender
A thousand little crabs crawl on the sand.
The sea comes and goes
So that you do not forget
The words you said yesterday,
They are the things I have sought
And that time has not brought,
They are a thousand desires
That you cannot deny,
They are the dreams you have dreamt,
They are the nights you have spent in wakefulness,
They are all the days
That are yet to come.
But do not confuse yourself
With these little crabs,
They are not water or sea,
They do not come to stay,
But they offer themselves to be seen
For just a moment,
Like the dreams
That the sun makes disappear,
And then takes with it, and who knows where it goes.