Текст и перевод песни Eugenio Bennato - Popolo Di Tammuriata

Popolo Di Tammuriata

E mo' parlammo 'e Napule
Chella città addò so' nnato
C' 'a sape tutto o munno
Ma sape na cosa pe n'ata
C' 'a sape tutto o munno
Ma sape na cosa pe n'ata

Napule, sole e mare
E gente sempe felice
Ma chesta cartulina
O riesto nun t'o ddice
Ma chesta cartulina
O riesto nun t'o ddice

O riesto è na tammorra
Ca vene da luntano
È o fuglia d'o Vesuvio
E d'a sibilla cumana
È o fuglia d'o Vesuvio
E d'a sibilla cumana

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe' chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popolo d'a tammurriata

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe' chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popolo d'a tammurriata

Da Napule a Pomigliano
Pe' Santa Anastasia
Cu l'Africa 'mmiezo a gente
E a musica 'mmiezo a via
Cu l'Africa 'mmiezo a gente
E a musica 'mmiezo a via

Musica certamente
Ma ce sta nu prufessore
Ca dice quann'a sente
Stu fatto nun va buono
Ca dice quann'a sente
Stu fatto nun va buono

Dice che musica è chesta
Me pare nu casino
Ch'è bona pe' chella festa
'E tutta a gente fatta a vvino
Ch'è bona pe' chella festa
'E tutta a gente fatta a vvino

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe' chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popolo d'a tammurriata

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe' chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popolo d'a tammurriata

A tradizione è morta
Ma e me che me ne 'mporta
Va 'nfreva De Simone
Si sente sta canzone
Va 'nfreva De Simone
Si sente sta canzone

Chesta canzone che
Le parla 'e n'ata città
Ch'è na tammorra che batte
E nun se po' ferma'
Ch'è na tammorra che batte
E nun se po' ferma'

E che se chiamma Napule
E che è a città addò so' nato
E 'a sape tutto o munno
Ma sape na cosa pe' n'ata
E 'a sape tutto o munno
Ma sape na cosa pe' n'ata

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popola d'a tammurriata

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popola d'a tammurriata

Cu chella musica strana
Che è fatta cu ppoco e nniente
Cu na tammorra sultanto
E na chitarra battente

Cu chella musica strana
Che è fatta cu ppoco e nniente
Cu na tammorra sultanto
E na chitarra battente

E quanno ero guaglione
E ievo pe chella strada
Comm'a nu viento passai
O popola d'a tammurriata

Cu chella musica strana
Ch'è fatta cu ppoco e nniente
Cu na tammorra che batte
Comme o core d'a gente

People of Tammurriata

And now let's talk about Naples
That city where I was born
The whole world knows it
But they only know one thing or another
The whole world knows it
But they only know one thing or another

Naples, sun and sea
And people always happy
But this postcard
Doesn't tell you the rest
But this postcard
Doesn't tell you the rest

The rest is a tammorra
That comes from afar
It's the breath of Vesuvius
And of the Cumaean Sibyl
It's the breath of Vesuvius
And of the Cumaean Sibyl

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

From Naples to Pomigliano
Through Santa Anastasia
With Africa among the people
And music in the middle of the street
With Africa among the people
And music in the middle of the street

Music certainly
But there's a professor
Who says when he hears it
This thing is no good
Who says when he hears it
This thing is no good

He says what kind of music is this
It seems like a mess to me
It's good for that party
Of all the people drunk on wine
It's good for that party
Of all the people drunk on wine

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

Tradition is dead
But what do I care
De Simone goes crazy
If he hears this song
De Simone goes crazy
If he hears this song

This song that
Speaks to him of another city
That's a tammorra that beats
And can't be stopped
That's a tammorra that beats
And can't be stopped

And that is called Naples
And that is the city where I was born
And the whole world knows it
But they only know one thing or another
And the whole world knows it
But they only know one thing or another

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

With that strange music
That's made with little or nothing
With just a tammorra
And a plucked guitar

With that strange music
That's made with little or nothing
With just a tammorra
And a plucked guitar

And when I was a boy
And I walked down that street
Like a wind I passed by
The people of the tammurriata

With that strange music
That's made with little or nothing
With a tammorra that beats
Like the heart of the people