Текст и перевод песни Fred Bongusto - O Qurtulillo

O Qurtulillo

Ma chi è... ma chi siti?
′O tenite 'o passaporto pe′ l'entrata?
Forse vuie non ho sapite
In paraviso nun è facile a trasì
Ma chi è... che vulite?
Sopra il libro di giornata non ci state
So' tant′anni che nisciuno in paraviso
A nascuso d′o Signure, è arrivato fino a cca
So' curtulillo, curtulillo
Co′ 'na chitarra piccirilla
Io nun ′o saccio
Ma me so truvato cca
Guardate buono 'o nome mio
′O cunosce sulo Dio
Esso 'o sapeva
Ca stasera io stevo cca
Ma com'è... com′è stato
Ca ′o Signore 'o nome vuostro s′è scurdato?
Sarà forse per la crisi del momento
Chillo, 'o munno, sta ′mpazzenno, o sapite pure vuie
Ma voi chi siete, che volete?
So' curtulillo, curtulillo
Nun voglio niente, quasi niente
Nu poco ′e pace 'mbraccia a Dio
E restà cca
E piccirillo, piccirillo
Cu 'na chitarra chena ′e stelle
Sagliette in cielo
Disse ′o Signure se mettettero a sunà
E a chella sera, se guardate buono 'ncielo
Quanno ′a luna e chena chena, 'o curtulillo sta llà

O Qurtulillo

Who are you? Where are you from?
Do you have a passport to enter?
Perhaps you don't know
It is not easy to enter paradise
Who are you? What do you want?
Your name is not on the daily register
It has been so many years, nobody in paradise
Has come here secretly from the Lord
I am short, very short
With a tiny guitar
I don't know how
But I found myself here
Look carefully at my name
Only God knows it
He knew
That tonight I would be here
But how is it... how could it be
That the Lord has forgotten your name?
Maybe because of the crisis of the moment
The world is going crazy, you know that too
But who are you, what do you want?
I am short, very short
I want nothing, almost nothing
A little peace in the arms of God
And to stay here
And small, very small
With a guitar full of stars
I climbed to heaven
The Lord said to make music
And on that night, if you look carefully at the sky
When the moon is full, the short one is there