Текст и перевод песни Maria Nazionale - Era de maggio

Era de maggio

Era de maggio e te cadéano 'nzino,
A schiocche a schiocche, li ccerase rosse.
Fresca era ll'aria, e tutto lu ciardino
Addurava de rose a ciento passe.
Era de maggio; io no, nun mme ne scordo,
Na canzone cantávemo a doje voce.
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n'allicordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce.
E diceva: "Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaje,
Tu mme lasse e io conto ll'ore...
Chisà quanno turnarraje?"
Rispunnev'io: "Turnarraggio
Quanno tornano li rrose.
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá.
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá."
E so' turnato e mo, comm'a 'na vota,
Cantammo 'nzieme lu canzone antic';
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma 'ammore vero no, nun vota vico.
De te, bellezza mia, mme 'nnammuraje,
Si t'arricuorde, 'nnanze a la funtana:
Ll'acqua llá dinto, nun se sécca maje,
E ferita d'ammore nun se sana.
Nun se sana: ca sanata,
Si se fosse, gioia mia,
'Mmiez'a st'aria 'mbarzamata,
A guardarte io nun starría!
E te dico: "Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io so'.
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuo'!
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuo'

It Was May

It was May and cherry blossoms fell
In clusters, oh those ruby-red cherries.
The air was fresh, and all the garden
Smelled delightfully of roses a hundred paces away.
It was May; I still remember it,
We sang a song in two voices.
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
The air was fresh and the song was sweet.
And it said: "Heart, heart!
My heart, you go far away,
You leave me and I count the hours...
Who knows when you will return?"
I answered: "I will return
When the roses bloom again.
If this flower returns in May,
In May I will be here too.
If this flower returns in May,
In May I will be here too."
And I have returned and now, just like before,
We sing the old song together;
Time passes and the world turns,
But true love, no, it doesn't change course.
My beauty, I fell in love with you,
If you remember, by the fountain;
The water in it never dries up,
And the wound of love never heals.
It doesn't heal: because if it did,
My joy,
In this fragrant air
I would not stand here gazing at you!
And I tell you: "Heart, heart!
My heart, I've returned.
May returns and love returns;
Do with me as you will!
May returns and love returns;
Do with me as you will!