Текст и перевод песни Donatella Rettore - Padre Non Piangere

Padre Non Piangere

Com'era bella quella casa
Quando mio padre mi parlava
Ed io credevo alle sue favole
E lei gli diceva che era debole
Ma noi ridevamo ai suoi rimproveri

Com'era bello quel giardino
Nell'altalena lui bambino
Si divertiva più di me
E lei gli diceva che viziandomi
Un giorno non sarei stata più sua

Padre, non piangere se vedi che
Alla tua tavola non siedo più
Padre, non ridere dell'uomo che ho
Forse lui non è grande come te

Com'era bello il suo cappello
E la sua giacca di velluto
Da grande avrei sposato lui
C'è un'altra ruga sul suo viso
Per la sua scuola del sorriso
E neanche in guerra lui ha odiato mai
E lei non capiva che era fragile
Un uomo così forte come lui

Padre, non piangere se dicono che
Sto sbagliando tutto come te
Padre, perdonami se hai sofferto un po'
Ma dentro senti che
Son rimasta piccola per te

Son rimasta piccola per te
Son rimasta piccola per te
Son rimasta piccola per te

Father Don't Cry

How beautiful that house was
When my father would talk to me
And I believed his fairy tales
And she would tell him he was weak
But we would laugh at his rebukes

How beautiful that garden was
In the swing he was a child
He had more fun than me
And she would tell him that by spoiling me
One day I would no longer be his

Father, don't cry if you see that
I no longer sit at your table
Father, don't laugh at the man I have
Perhaps he's not as great as you

How beautiful his hat was
And his velvet jacket
When I grew up I would have married him
There's another wrinkle on his face
From his school of smiles
And even in war he never hated
And she didn't understand that he was fragile
A man as strong as him

Father, don't cry if they say that
I'm messing everything up like you did
Father, forgive me if you suffered a little
But deep down you know that
I have remained little for you

I have remained little for you
I have remained little for you
I have remained little for you