Paroles et traduction Traditional, Roberto Alagna, Yvan Cassar & Paris Symphony Orchestra - Ciuri, Ciuri

Ciuri, Ciuri

Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Lu sabutu, si sapi, allegra cori,
Beatu cu avi bedda la mugghieri.
Cu l'avi bedda ci porta i dinari,
Cu l'avi brutta ci morì lu cori.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Si troppu dispittusa tu cu mia,
Cascu du' letto si mi 'insonnu a tia.
Si brutta n'ta la faccia a n'ta lu cori
Amaro cu ti pigghia pi mughieri.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Sciuri di rosi russi a lu sbucciari,
Amaru l'omo ca fimmini cridi.
Amaro cu si fa supraniari,
L'uscio di paradisu non ni vidi.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.

Ciuri, Ciuri

Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
On Saturdays, we know, we make merry,
Blessed is he who has a beautiful wife.
He who has a beautiful wife brings home the money,
He who has an ugly one dies of heartache.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
If you are too spiteful to me,
I fall from the bed when I dream of you.
If ugly in face and heart
Is the woman you take for wife.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Flowers of red roses in bloom,
Bitter is the man who believes women.
Bitter is he who lets himself be deceived,
The door to paradise he will never see.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of the year
The love that you gave me, I give it back to you.