Текст и перевод песни Massimo Ranieri - 'O Scuitato (Live)

'O Scuitato (Live)

Mo' fanne duie anne, trasenno 'a staggiona
Me trase 'int' 'o core, 'na bella guagliona
Russagne 'e capille
Passato 'nu mese, pe' strègnere 'a cosa
Parlaie dint' 'a casa c' 'o pate d' 'a sposa
Nu certo 'onn' Achille

Ma: "Pienzece bbuono, 'na voce dicette
Chi arape famiglia, s'attacca, se mette
Na brutta catena"
Guagliò, statte attiento, che zzarro ca piglie
Po' vene 'a strettezza, po' vèneno 'e figlie
Che pena! Che pena! Guagliò, lassa sta!

Statte sulo, sulo, sulo
Ch"a mugliera fa crepà
Tiene 'e llire! Si' figliulo
Lassa sta! Lassa sta!
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

Che bbona avvertenza, me dette sta voce
Cunziglia era bella, ma 'a voce cchiù doce
Cchiù bella 'e cunziglia
L'à 'o pate 'onn'Achille, menave stuccate
Triate, sicarie, cafè, scampagnate
Cu tutt"a famiglia

'Na vota dicette: "Sentite 'na cosa
Facimmo una casa, si no chella, 'a sposa
Che ffa sola sola?"
E allora i' penzaie, "Guagliò, statte attiente
Riflièttece buono, ca chisto è 'o mumento
Ritira 'a parola! Guagliò, lassa sta!"

Statte sulo, sulo, sulo
Ch"a mugliera fa crepà
Tiene 'e llire! Si' figliulo
Lassa sta! Lassa sta!
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

E ammora fernette, Cunziglia è spusata
E 'o povero sposo, che sciorta ha 'ntuppata
Spusanno a Cunziglia
Denare p"a casa, p"a vesta, p"a sposa
D' 'o ppoco 'e mesata, che ddiece lle resta?
Se fa meraviglia

Nun beve, nun fuma, nun tene difette
E 'o pate, 'onn'Achille, ca zuca Anisette
Ca fume tuscane
Ah, povero sposo, 'nce si' capitato
Io stongo cuieto, pecchè so' scuitato
Nun penzo a dimane, nun penzo a spusà

Stongo sulo, sulo, sulo
Aggio voglia 'e ma spassà
Tengo 'e llire, so figliulo
Ch'aggia fa? Ch'aggia fa?
Cu che core uno se nzora
Quanne tene chisto mare
Quanne a Napule sta ancora
Marechiare! Marechiare!

'O Scuitato (Live)

Two years ago, when the summer was coming around
A beautiful girl stole my heart
With flaming hair
A month passed, and to make things serious
I spoke to the bride's father at home,
A certain gentleman named Achille.

But: "Think carefully," a voice said
Whoever starts a family gets caught up, gets tied down,
A heavy chain."
My boy, be careful, what net you choose
Later comes poverty, then come children
What pain! What pain! My boy, leave it alone!

Stay alone, alone, alone
A wife will kill you
You are rich! You are a son
Leave it alone! Leave it alone!
With what heart does one get married
When you have this sea
When Naples is still here
Marechiare! Marechiare!

What good advice, this voice gave me
Cunziglia was beautiful, but the voice was sweeter
More beautiful than Cunziglia
Her father, gentleman Achille, would often get drunk and cause trouble
Parties, fights, cafes, picnics
With the whole family

One day he said: "Listen to something
Let's build a house, or else that girl, the bride
What will she do all alone?"
And then I thought, "My boy, be careful
Think carefully, because this is the moment
Take back your proposal! My boy, leave it alone!"

Stay alone, alone, alone
A wife will kill you
You are rich! You are a son
Leave it alone! Leave it alone!
With what heart does one get married
When you have this sea
When Naples is still here
Marechiare! Marechiare!

And my love has ended, Cunziglia is married
And that poor groom, what bad luck he has met
Marrying Cunziglia
Money for the house, for the clothes, for the bride
Of his small salary, what is left?
He wonders

He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, doesn't have any vices
And her father, gentleman Achille, drinks Anisette
And smokes Tuscan cigars
Ah, poor groom, you've gotten yourself into it
I stay calm, because I am a bachelor
I don't think about tomorrow, I don't think about getting married

I stay alone, alone, alone
I want to have fun
I am rich, I am a son
What should I do? What should I do?
With what heart does one get married
When you have this sea
When Naples is still here
Marechiare! Marechiare!