Текст и перевод песни Eddy Napoli - Scapricciatiello - Live

Scapricciatiello - Live

Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
Si nun vuó' jì 'ngalèra, 'int'a stu mese".

Comme te ll'aggi' 'a dì ca nun è cosa?
Chella nun è pe'tté, chella è na 'mpesa.
Che vène a dì ch'è bella cchiù 'e na rosa
Si po' te veco 'e chiagnere annascuso?
Làssala, siente a me, ca nun è cosa.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntànate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammà.
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse.
T' 'o ffà credere e po' te lassa.
Te fa perdere 'a libertà.

Tutt' 'e mmatine, mamma, dint' 'a cchiesa,
Prega, pe' te, 'a Madonna e nun repòsa.
Jett' 'o curtiello, nun fà 'o smaniuso,
Si no tu vaje 'ngalèra e 'a bionda sposa.
Curre add' 'a vecchia, va', cércale scusa.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntànate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammà.
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse.
T' 'o ffà credere e po' te lassa.
Te fa perdere 'a libertà.

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto,
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto.
Alluntànate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammà.
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse.
T' 'o ffà credere e po' te lassa.
Te fa perdere 'a libertà.

Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
Si nun vuó' jì 'ngalèra, 'int'a stu mese

Fickle Boy - Live

My Fickle Boy, get yourself home
If you don't want to end up in prison, in this very month.

How can I tell you it's not right?
She's not for you, she's a pest.
She says she's prettier than a rose
Yet she can make you sob in secret?
Let her go, listen to me, it's not right.

You are too serious for the blonde,
She is made for a sly man.
Stay away from this "mistress"
Or she will ruin you, my dear boy.
Can't you see she's toying with you?
She's mocking you with a hundred tricks.
She'll make you believe her and then she'll leave you.
She'll make you lose your freedom.

Every morning, my mother, in church,
Prays for you to the Madonna and does not rest.
Drop the knife, don't be reckless,
Otherwise you'll end up in prison and the blonde will marry someone else.
Run to the old woman, go apologize.

You are too serious for the blonde,
She is made for a sly man.
Stay away from this "mistress"
Or she will ruin you, my dear boy.
Can't you see she's toying with you?
She's mocking you with a hundred tricks.
She'll make you believe her and then she'll leave you.
She'll make you lose your freedom.

You are too serious for the blonde,
She is made for a sly man.
Stay away from this "mistress"
Or she will ruin you, my dear boy.
Can't you see she's toying with you?
She's mocking you with a hundred tricks.
She'll make you believe her and then she'll leave you.
She'll make you lose your freedom.

My Fickle Boy, get yourself home
If you don't want to end up in prison, in this very month