Текст и перевод песни Nicola Lonato - Jhonny è tornato

Jhonny è tornato

Jhonny entrò nel bar senza parlare
Jhonny si sedette ad aspettare
Era li
Jhonny era tornato quella sera
Jhonny era tornato a primavera
Era li

Ordinò come sempre da bere
Ordinò senza farsi vedere
Li per li non ci fecero caso
Ma Jhonny era tornato

Jhonny era scappato con Maria
Il sogno del quartiere e della via
Qualcheduno ai tempi aveva pianto
Qualcun'altro bevuto tanto

Nessuno adesso ci pensava
A Jhonny e alla sua bella che cantava
Ma i bar conservano i ricordi
E ricordano anche i sogni

Ordinò come sempre da bere
Ordinò senza farsi vedere
Li per li non ci fecero caso
Ma Jhonny era tornato

Andato al banco per pagare
Lo riconobbe un suo rivale
Gli disse "Jhonny non andare"
"Adesso devi raccontare"

Jhonny che era andato con Maria
Il sogno del quartiere e della via
Ma adesso solo e senza amore
Non sapeva cosa dire

Ordinò qualche cosa da bere
E invitò tutti quanti a sedere
Disse che era andato lontano e che Maria
Le era scappata di mano

Jhonny era tornato alla sua gente
Ai tavoli del bar del "Miscredente"
Il conto aperto fu saldato
Con i soldi di un cognato

Jhonny era un tipo silenzioso
Non per questo stupido o vizioso
Solo che cercava di volare
E non sapeva camminare

Ordinò qualche cosa da bere
Raccontò le sue ultime imprese
Jhonny ci sapeva fare
Quando voleva parlare

Jhonny che ha il vizio di andare
Che al suo posto non ci sa mai stare
Forse perché riesce a vedere
O riesce ancora a pregare

Johnny Has Returned

Johnny entered the bar without a word, my love.
Johnny sat down to wait, just for you.
He was there.
Johnny had returned that evening, my dear.
Johnny had returned in spring, my sweet.
He was there.

He ordered a drink, as always, my love.
He ordered without being seen, just for you.
At first, they didn't notice him.
But Johnny had returned.

Johnny had run away with Maria, my dear.
The dream of the neighborhood and the street, remember?
Someone had cried back then.
Someone else had drunk a lot.

No one thought about it now.
About Johnny and his beautiful singing girl.
But bars keep memories, my love.
And they also remember dreams.

He ordered a drink, as always, my sweet.
He ordered without being seen, just for you.
At first, they didn't notice him.
But Johnny had returned.

Going to the bar to pay, my dear.
A rival recognized him.
He said, "Johnny, don't go."
"Now you have to tell us everything."

Johnny, who had gone with Maria, remember?
The dream of the neighborhood and the street.
But now alone and without love.
He didn't know what to say.

He ordered something to drink, my love.
And invited everyone to sit down.
He said he had gone far away and that Maria.
Had slipped through his fingers.

Johnny had returned to his people.
To the tables of the "Miscredente" bar.
The open tab was paid.
With money from a brother-in-law.

Johnny was a quiet guy.
Not for that stupid or vicious.
Only he was trying to fly.
And he didn't know how to walk.

He ordered something to drink, my dear.
He told of his latest adventures.
Johnny knew how to do it.
When he wanted to talk.

Johnny who has the habit of leaving.
Who can never stay in his place.
Perhaps because he can see.
Or he can still pray.