Текст и перевод песни Massimo Ranieri - Torero

Torero

Ho Torero!...
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!.
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole'!...
Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp"e giurnalette
E mamme te minaccia
E patete s'arrangia.
Te fanno gira' a' capa sti "fumette,"
Guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
Vuoi fare il Toreador
Comme fanno a Santafe',
Comme fanno ad "Ollivud"
E cu' sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu'!...
Ho! Torero!
Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero,
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun è overo
Che nacchere 'in t"a sacca vai a balla'
Mescolando bolero e "cia'-cia' " chi vuo' 'mbruglia'!
Torero!.
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!.
Te fatto 'a giacchettella corta, corta,
'O cazunciello astritto
E 'o ricciurillo 'n fronte
Te ride 'a gente areto e nun te 'mporta
Ti senti un Marlon Brando
Che a spasso se ne va
Per le vie di Santafe'
Per le strade di "Ollivud."
E 'a 'nnammurata toia nun te vo' cchiu'!...
Ho Torero!...
E levatillo 'a capo stu sombrero,
Nun si' spagnuolo e nun si' cabballero...
Sti nacchere tu nun 'e saie suna'
E sti nacchere tu che ne 'a fa?... belo 'e mamma!...
Torero!.
Cu' sti basette a' sud americano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!...
Ho!
Torero!...
Cu' sti basette a' sud americano,
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!...
Torero!...
Torero!...
Ole!...
Ole!...

Torero

Oh, Toreador!...
With your South American sideburns,
With a cigar from Havana and a shirt with spades!.
Toreador!...
Toreador!...
Olé!...
You waste your time reading magazines
And your mother threatens you
And your father is getting angry.
These "comics" are making your head spin,
Looking at yourself in the mirror
You want to be a bullfighter
Like they do in Santa Fe',
Like they do in "Ollivud"
And with this excuse, oh no, you don't study anymore!...
Oh! Toreador!
You put that sombrero on your head,
You say you're Spanish and it's not true
That you're going to dance with castanets in your pocket.
Mixing bolero and "cia'-cia'" you want to trick me!
Toreador!.
With your South American sideburns,
With a cigar from Havana and a shirt with spades!...
Toreador!...
Toreador!...
Olé!.
You made your jacket short, short,
Your pants are too tight
And your curls on your forehead
People laugh at you but you don't care
You feel like a Marlon Brando
Who goes for a walk
Through the streets of Santa Fe'
Through the streets of "Ollivud."
And your girlfriend doesn't want you anymore!...
Oh Toreador!...
And take off that hat from your head,
You're not Spanish and you're not a caballero...
You don't know how to play those castanets
And what do you need those castanets for?...
Toreador!.
With your South American sideburns,
With a cigar from Havana and a shirt with spades!...
Toreador!...
Toreador!...
Olé!...
Oh!
Toreador!...
With your South American sideburns,
With a cigar from Havana and a shirt with spades!...
Toreador!...
Toreador!...
Olé!...
Olé!...