Текст и перевод песни Fred Bongusto - É Fantasme

É Fantasme

Napule dorme
Robe′, non durmì
'O siente ′o fasmasma
Che canta int'o vico
'Na musica antica?
′A luna e ′a chitarra
'Sta faccia ′e guaglione
Che belle canzone
Ma Napule dorme
E nun era accussì
Cu Titina e Eduardo
'A gente rireva
Ma dopp′ chiagneva
E napulitana era l'arte ′e campà
'A filosofia pe' vivere

Oè, ′o sole abbrucia ′sta città
Comm'era bella Annamaria
Quante vase int′o purtune
Int'a villa comunale
Non ce steva niente ′e male

Napule dorme
Ce piace durmì
Peccato 'o fantasma
Sta all′ombra d'a luna
Nun 'o siete nisciuno
Ma napulitana è l′arte ′e durmì
'A filosofia ′e nun sentere

Oè, ma ha da cagnà e cagnarrà
Va ricurdate a monarchia?
A rumenica 'e guagliune
′Nsieme 'o rre vanno a partita
′A città sarrà pulita
Pe' 'na legge comunale
Tutte quante simm′ uguale
Nun ce stesse niente ′e male

Napule dorme
Robe', non durmì
Tu mo′ nun ce pienze
Ma pure nuie simm'
Come ′a chistu fantasma
Nun ce sente cchiù nisciuno
Chista è a musica p'a luna
P′o core... ma chi 'o tene cchiù?

It's a Phantasm

Naples is sleeping
Baby, don't sleep
We feel the ghost
Who sings in the alley
In ancient music?
The moon and the guitar
This face of a boy
What beautiful songs
But Naples is sleeping
And it wasn't like this
With Titina and Eduardo
People laughed
But then they cried
And Neapolitan was the art of living
The philosophy of living

Oh, the sun burns this city
How beautiful was Annamaria
How many kisses on the porch
In the municipal villa
There was nothing wrong with it

Naples is sleeping
We like to sleep
Too bad the ghost
Is in the shadow of the moon
Nobody sees him
But Neapolitan is the art of sleeping
The philosophy of not hearing

Oh, but it has to change and will change
Do you remember the monarchy?
The noise of the boys
Together with the king they go to a match
The city will be clean
Because of a municipal law
We are all equal
There was nothing wrong with it

Naples is sleeping
Baby, don't sleep
You don't think about it now
But even we are
Like this ghost
Nobody hears him anymore
This is the music for the moon
For the heart... but who has it anymore?