Текст и перевод песни Gigi D'Alessio - Padre per metà

Padre per metà

Si 'na fotografia 'e 20 anne fa,
Pecchè me fai vedè quann'er'
Piccerillo comm'a tte',
E mentre crisce n'atu poco 'e cchiù
'A vita se fa vecchia 'ncuoll' a mme'.
Cchiù tiempo te vuless' regalà,
Ma che ce pozzo fa,
Si quann' m'arretiro duorme già,
'A musica 'e 'sta voce pe cantà
S'arrobb' 'o tiempo e ce fa alluntanà.
E staje male si 'a dummeneca 'a matina
Vire 'e pate 'nzieme 'e figli co 'o pallone,
Pe dispietto si telefono 'a luntano tu
Pe nun me fa durmì te miett'a chiagnere.
E dint'a chella lettera 'e Natale
Tutte 'e prumesse scritte nun mantiene,
'O stesso si terribile int'a scola e poi
Sempe cchiù scustumato cu mammà.
Forse si me tenisse cchiù vicino
E cocche vot' 'a sera int'o lettino
Cu mme' facisse 'a guerra co 'o cuscino tu
Nun me verisse pate pe mità.
Se fa sempe cchiù difficile a fa pace,
Te faje gruoss' e cchiù stu pate nun te piace.
Dint'a tutt' 'e compleann' tu vuliss' a mme'
Stutanno 'e candeline insieme a tte'.
E dint'a chella lettera 'e Natale
Tutte 'e prumesse scritte nun mantiene,
'O stesso si terribile int'a scola e poi
Sempe cchiù scustumato cu mammà.
Forse si me tenisse cchiù vicino
E cocche vot' 'a sera int'o lettino
Cu mme' facisse 'a guerra co 'o cuscino tu
Nun me verisse pate pe mità

Father by Half

In a photograph of 20 years ago,
For what reason do you show me when
You were as little as you,
And while another little bit more grows
Life gets old around me.
I wish I could give you more time,
But what can I do,
If when I retire, you are already asleep,
The music of this voice for singing
Steals time and makes us distant.
And it hurts so bad if on Sunday morning
I see fathers and their children with a ball,
Out of spite, if I call you from afar, you
Make me cry instead of making me sleep.
And in that Christmas letter,
You don't keep any of the promises you wrote,
You are just as terrible in school and then
Even more disrespectful to mom.
Maybe if I was closer to you
And sometimes in the evening in your little bed
You would have pillow fights with me
You wouldn't have half a father.
It's getting increasingly difficult to make peace,
You become older and you don't like this dad anymore.
At all of your birthdays you wanted me
To blow out the candles together with you.
And in that Christmas letter,
You don't keep any of the promises you wrote,
You are just as terrible in school and then
Even more disrespectful to mom.
Maybe if I was closer to you
And sometimes in the evening in your little bed
You would have pillow fights with me
You wouldn't have half a father