Текст и перевод песни Massimo Ranieri - Era maggio

Era 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 cantávamo a doje voce
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n'arricordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce
E diceva: "Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaje,
Tu mme lasse, 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 só' turnato e mo, comm'a na vota,
Cantammo 'nzieme la canzona antica;
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma 'ammore vero no, nun vota vico
De te, bellezza mia, mme 'nnammuraje,
Si t'arricuorde, 'nnanz'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, gioja mia,
'Mmiez'a st'aria 'mbarzamata,
A guardarte io nun starría!
E te dico: "Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io só'
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó'!
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó'!"

It Was May

It was May and the cherries fell down to you,
In bunches, rosy red
The air was cool and the whole garden
Smelled of roses a hundred paces away

It was May, no, I won't forget it,
We sang a song with two voices
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
The air was cool and the song was sweet
And it said: "Heart, heart!
My heart, you go far away,
You leave me, I count the hours
Who knows when you'll come back!"

I answered: "I'll come back
When the roses bloom again
If this flower blooms in May,
I'll be here in May too
If this flower blooms in May,
I'll be here in May too."

And I came back and now, just like then,
We sing the old song together;
Time passes and the world turns,
But true love does not, it does not turn back
Of you, my beauty, I fell in love,
If you remember, in front of the fountain:
The water inside it never dries up,
And the wound of love never heals

It doesn't heal: because healed,
If it were, my joy,
In this fragrant air,
I wouldn't be looking at you!
And I tell you: "Heart, heart!
My heart, I'm back
May is back and love is back:
Do with me what you want!
May is back and love is back:
Do with me what you want!"