Текст и перевод песни Massimo Ranieri - Canzona appassiunata - Live

Canzona appassiunata - Live

N'albero piccerillo aggiu piantato
Criscènnolo cu pena e cu sudore
Na ventecata giá mme ll'ha spezzato
E tutt"e ffronne cágnano culore
Cadute só' giá 'e frutte, e tuttu quante
Erano doce e se só' fatte amare
Ma 'o core dice: "Oje giuvinotto amante
'E ccose amare, tiénele cchiù care"

E amara comme si', te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Era comm"o canario 'nnammurato
Stu core che cantaje matina e sera
"Scétate!", dico, e nun vò' stá scetato
E mo, nun canta manco a primmavera
Chi voglio bene nun mme fa felice
Forse sta 'ncielo destinato e scritto
Ma i' penzo ca nu ditto antico dice
"Nun se cummanna a 'o core" e i' mme stó' zitto

E mme stó' zitto, sí te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Chiagno p'ammore, e cade 'o chianto mio
Dint'a 'sta testa, 'o chianto 'a sta arracquanno
Schiòppa na bella rosa e i', pe' gulio
A chi mm'ha fatto chiagnere nce 'a manno
Lle dico: "Rosa mia tu mme perduone
Si te scarpesarrá senza cuscienza"
Ce sta nu ditto ca mme dá ragione
"Fa' bene e scorda e si faje male penza"

Pènzace buono sí te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Canzona appassiunata - Live

I planted a tiny tree
Growing it with care and sweat
A gust of wind has already broken it
And all its leaves have changed color
The fruits have fallen, and all of them
Were sweet and have become bitter
But my heart says: "Oh young lover
Hold the bitter things more dear"

And bitter as you are, I love you
I love you and you make me die

It was like a canary in love
This heart that sang morning and evening
"Wake up!", I say, and it doesn't want to wake up
And now, it doesn't even sing in spring
The one I love doesn't make me happy
Perhaps it's destined and written in heaven
But I think that an old saying says
"You can't command your heart" and I'm keeping quiet

And I'm keeping quiet, yes I love you
I love you and you make me die

I cry for love, and my tears fall
Inside this head, my tears are drowning it
A beautiful rose blooms and I, for a jest
Send it to the one who made me cry
I tell it: "My rose, you forgive me
If you tear you apart without conscience"
There's a saying that proves me right
"Do good and forget, and if you do harm, think about it"

Think about it, yes I love you
I love you and you make me die