Текст и перевод песни Marino Marini - Guaglione

Guaglione

Guaglione, guaglione
Fate, non ma fa farire

Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'Mmiez'a 'sta via
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù
Che pecundría!

Gué piccerí' che vène a dí
'Sta gelusia?
Tu vuó' suffrí
Tu vuó' murí
Chi to ffá fá...

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
Guaglione, guaglione
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'
Guaglione, guaglione
Dille tutta veritá
Guaglione, guaglione
Ca mammá te pò capí
Guaglione, guaglione

E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone
Ma tu si' guaglione
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene
Si' ancora accussí, giovane!

Tu si' guaglione!
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
Va' a ghiucá 'o pallone
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí!

Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione
Guaglione, guaglione

Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
Sti mustacciélle
Nun pensa a te, nun só' pe' te
Chill'uocchie belle
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
Cu 'e guagliunciélle
Nun t'avvelí, c'è tiempo oje ni'
Pe' te 'nguajá!

Chi desidere 'e vasá (Guaglione, guaglione)
Scordatélla, piccerí' (Guaglione, guaglione)
Ca si 'o ddiceno a papá (Guaglione, guaglione)
Chisá comme va a ferní (Guaglione, guaglione)

Avoglio penno, avoglio penno a saìo

Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene
Si' ancora accussí, giovane!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá (Guaglione, guaglione)
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí' (Guaglione, guaglione)
Dille tutta 'a veritá (Guaglione, guaglione)
Ca mammá te pò capí! (Guaglione, guaglione)

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá
'Mmiez'a 'sta via
Nun mange cchiù
Nun duorme cchiù
Chi to ffá fá!

Guaglione

My boy, my boy
Don't make me cry anymore

My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy

You're always here, stuck here
In the middle of this street
You don't eat anymore, you don't sleep anymore
What a waste!

Hey kid, what's the matter with you?
This jealousy?
You want to suffer
You want to die
Who's making you do it...

Run to your mother's arms
My boy, my boy
Don't be silly, little boy
My boy, my boy
Tell her the whole truth
My boy, my boy
Your mother can understand you
My boy, my boy

And walk and walk under this balcony
But you're a boy
You don't know women
You're still so young!

You're a boy!
What have you got in your head?
Go play football
What do these tears mean?
Go away, don't make me laugh!

Run to your mother's arms
Don't be silly, little boy
Tell her the whole truth
Your mother can understand you!

My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy
My boy, my boy

Don't paint them, don't curl them
Those little moustaches
Don't think about yourself, they're not for you
Those beautiful eyes
Don't think about it, go crazy
With the young boys
Don't poison yourself, there's time today
For you to get married!

Who wants to kiss you? (My boy, my boy)
Forget it, little boy (My boy, my boy)
Because if they tell your father (My boy, my boy)
Who knows how it will end (My boy, my boy)

I want a feather, I want a feather to wear

You don't know women
You're still so young!

Run to your mother's arms (My boy, my boy)
Don't be silly, little boy (My boy, my boy)
Tell her the whole truth (My boy, my boy)
Your mother can understand you! (My boy, my boy)

You're always here, stuck here
In the middle of this street
You don't eat anymore
You don't sleep anymore
Who's making you do it!