Текст и перевод песни Emiliana Cantone - Storie piccerelle

Storie piccerelle

Ce fatt ammore accussì
Na sera tant p′o fà
Nun t l'aviva spusà
E mo t sient e murì
Si nnammurate
Song e storie
Piccerelle c′addiventano important
Er nient
Topolino è addiventat nu gigant
Chella notte tutt'e duje rint a na machina arrubbat
Cu nu stereo ca sunav disperato na canzon e nnammurate
E fatt semp accussì
Mai na vot ca tu ce pensat
Cu chi t'è piaciut ce semp pazziat
Ne avut e cacciat
E vote tant p′o fa
Quanti storie so iut e venute
So sces e sagliut so sole passate
Nisciun er estate
Nun t vuliv spusà
Nu cuntratto e n′ammore furzato na cord tirat c'o tiemp a spezzato
E tu si scappata
E mo t sient e murì
Oramai s′ì na vbarc affunnata
Nu rigo e matita ca s'è cancellato
Te s′ì nnammurate
Song e storie
Piccerelle c'addiventano important
Er nient
Topolino è addiventat nu gigant
Chella notte tutt′e duje rint a na machina arrubbat
Cu nu stereo ca sunav disperato na canzon e nnammurate
Song e storie
Piccerelle c'addiventano important
Song e storie
Piccerelle c'addiventano important
C′addiventano important

Tiny Stories

How did we fall in love like this
One evening just for the hell of it
I shouldn't have married you
And now I'm dying to die
If you fell in love
There are stories
Tiny ones that become important
Nothing
Mickey Mouse has become a giant
That night the two of us in a stolen car
With a stereo that played desperately a song of lovers
And it has always been like this
Never once did you think about it
About what you liked, you've always been crazy
You've had them and thrown them away
And so many times just for the hell of it
How many stories have come and gone
I've gone down and up, only time has passed
Nobody in the summer
I didn't want to marry you
A forced contract of love a cord pulled which was broken by time
And you ran away
And now I'm dying to die
Now you're a sunken boat
A line of pencil that has been erased
You've fallen in love
There are stories
Tiny ones that become important
Nothing
Mickey Mouse has become a giant
That night the two of us in a stolen car
With a stereo that played desperately a song of lovers
There are stories
Tiny ones that become important
There are stories
Tiny ones that become important
That become important