Текст и перевод песни Domenico Modugno - Lazzarella

Lazzarella

Ch'e libbre sotto o braccio
E a camicetta a ffiore blu
Vuo' fa a signurinella
'Nnanze a scola pure tu
Te piglie 'a sigaretta
Quann'accatte pe papa'
Te miette gia' o russetto
Comme vire fa a mamma'
Lazzare'
Ma lazzarella comme si'
A 'mme me piace sempe 'e cchiu'
E vengo apposta pe' t'o ddi'
Vicino a scola r'o gesu'
Tu invece ma rispunne "e ggi
Io deve proprio retta a 'tte
Pe 'mme l'amore po' apsetta'
Che nn'aggia fa' nun fa pe 'mme"
Ah lazzarella ventata e primmavera
Quanno passe tutt'e mmatine
Gia' te spiecchie rint'e 'vvetrine
Solo nu cumplimento te fa' avvampa'
Ma lazzarella comme si'
Tu nun me pienze proprio a 'mme
E rire pe m'offa' capi
Ca perdo o tiempo appresso a'tte
Mo vene uno studente
'Nnanze a scola dio gesu'
Te va sempe 'cchiu stretta
A camicetta a ffiore blu
Te piglie quattro schiaffe
Tutte' volte ca papa'
Te trova nu biglietto
Ca te scrive chillo lla'
Lazzare'
Ma lazzarella comme si'
Ce si' caduta pure tu
L'ammore nun te fa mangia'
Te fa suffri' te fa' pensa'
'Na sera tu 'lle rice no
'Na sera tu 'lle rice ma
Ma si nu vaso te vo' da
Fari segno 'e si senza parla'
Ah lazzarella o tiempo comme vola
Mo te truove tutte 'e matine
Chine 'e llacrime stu cuscine
Manco 'na cumpagnella te po' aiuta'
Ma lazzarella comme si'
Te si cagnata pure tu
E te prepari a di' stu si
Ma rint'a chiesa
R'o gesu'
Lazzarella
Lazzarella
Mia

Lazzarella

You're carrying your books under your arm,
And your flowered blouse is blue,
You want to act like a fine young lady,
Even before school's out for you.
You take a cigarette,
When buying it for your father,
You already put on your lipstick,
Just like your mother showed you.
Lazzarella
But lazzarella, the way you are,
I like you more and more,
And I come here to tell you so,
Near the school on the r'o gesu' road.
But instead of answering me, you say, "eh,"
I should really follow your lead,
For me, love can wait,
The things I have to do are not for me.
Ah lazzarella, the wind of early spring,
When you walk by every morning,
You already peek into the store windows,
A mere compliment makes you blush.
But lazzarella, the way you are,
You don't think of me at all,
And you only laugh to tease me,
For spending time on you.
Now here comes a student
To the school on the dio gesu' road.
Your flower-patterned blouse
Is getting tighter and tighter.
You get four slaps,
Every time your father
Finds a note
That your admirer wrote to you.
Lazzarella
But lazzarella, the way you are,
You've fallen head over heels yourself.
Love does not let you eat,
It makes you suffer and think.
One evening, you refuse him outright,
One evening, you accept him, but
But if he asks you for a kiss,
You nod without saying a word.
Ah lazzarella, how time flies,
Now every morning,
You find your pillow filled with
Tears. Not even a girlfriend can help you.
But lazzarella, the way you are,
You've changed completely,
And you're ready to say yes.
But within the church,
On the r'o gesu' road.
Lazzarella
Lazzarella
My love