Текст и перевод песни Gianni Fiorellino - Musica

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Sta vocca rossa m'appicc sta gelosi,
E quant pesn e pass int a vita mij,
Vuless ca m'aspttass rint o liett mij,
Ma sto sultant pazziann ca fantasia.
Ch'
Ella sta e cas int o stess palazz mij,
A storia a sacc sta rint e ferit mij,
Ten o Vlen int e Vas e nun cre'r a
Dio, Arap l'uocchje ca t faie male.
E nat nsiem a parola bella,

Si pur brilla nun è na stella, T venn o male ci Ch'
Ella voce, O cor mi voglio sta nsiem a chela.
Malatì, è malatì È acqua p sta set ca nun m vo passa,
Malatì, è malatì, Cu l'uocchje ro peccat, Me guard e ij dic si.
L'ammore è nata cos chell accire e s n
Va, Stu Castig me da a forz per campà.

Quand trasett pa port ra vita soij,

Rint a nu liett ricett si a vita mij,
E m sntett important primm e fnrì, Senza saper ca nun era na sant,
Tu mo raccunt e s gel o sangue,
Chell è na fiamme e t brucia o cor,
O cor e vot vo sul o mal, E io perd a fede pe Ch'
Ella dor.
Malatì, è malatì, È acqua pe sta sete ca nun m vo passa.
Malatì, è malatì, Cu l'uocchje ro peccat, m guard e ij dic si.
L'ammore è n'ata cosa, Ch'
Ella accir e se ne va, Stu Castig m da a forz p campà.
Chiamml, E dincell ca sto a piezz int a l'anim, Ch'
Ella o saje ca nun sta a sentr a
Nisciun, Ma doje vote o stesso male nun po fa.
Malatì, è malatì, Malatì, è malatia.
Sta vocca rossa m'appicc sta vita mia,
Stasera a vogl azzeccat ca vocca mij,
A me sta vocc na vita ma ditt
Addio, Però c parl to giur annanz a Dio.
Malatì, è malatì, È acqua pe sta sete ca nun m vo passa.
Malatì, è malatì Malati, malati, malatia, malatia.

Music

Your red mouth makes me so jealous,
And how many thoughts and steps in my life,
I wish you would wait for me in my bed,
But I'm just wasting my time with fantasy.
Because
You live in the same building as me,
The story is hidden in my wounds,
You've got a Valley in your Vase and don't believe in
God, Keep your eyes closed or you'll get hurt.
And we were born together with a beautiful word,

Even if it shines, she's not a star, You bring me the evil there
Your voice, my heart, I wanted to be with her like that.
Sick, she's sick, She's the water for this thirst that I don't want to go away,
Sick, she's sick, With sinful eyes, You look at me and tell me yes.
Love is born like that killer and if
It goes away, This punishment gives me the strength to live.

When I entered through the door of life,

I found you lying in a bed,
And I felt important before it ended, Without knowing that you were not a saint,
Now you tell me about jealousy or blood,
That's a flame that burns your heart,
Your heart wants only evil, And I lost faith because
You are sleeping.
Sick, she's sick, She's the water for this thirst that I don't want to go away.
Sick, she's sick, With sinful eyes, You look at me and tell me yes.
Love is something else, Because
You kill and leave, This punishment gives me the strength to live.
Call her, And tell her that I'm a piece of her soul, Because
You know that you are not listening to
Anyone, But twice, the same pain cannot hurt.
Sick, she's sick, Sick, she's sickness.
Your red mouth gives me my life,
Tonight I want to kiss it with my mouth,
Your voice gave me a life but told me
Goodbye, But I swear to you before God.
Sick, she's sick, She's the water for this thirst that I don't want to go away.
Sick, she's sick, Sick, sick, sickness, sickness.