Текст и перевод песни Nino D'Angelo - Cantautore

Cantautore

Mille lire dint'a sacca
E un bacio di mia madre
A Maronna t'accumpagne
Quanta passe faje
Nun fa' tarde, sto 'mpenziere
Miettet'o cappotto
E po' miezz'e scale
Me diceve, "Statt'accorte"

E lo stesso pullman
Mi portava ogni mattina
Da Casoria a Napoli
Angiporto-Galleria
Giovani cantanti
Vecchie glorie e musicisti
Molti lo chiamavano
"Il mercato degli artisti"

Canto, canto
I' ricev'a chell'a gente
Ca nun se mburtav'e niente
Canto, canto
'O vestito semp'o stesso
Sulo chillu' lla' teneve

Poi turnav'a casa stanco
E mamma m'aspettava
Cu' nu piette fridde
'Ncopp 'a tavula scarfato
E le raccuntave
Semp'a solita buscia
"Mamma, ce l'ho fatta"
Per non farla più soffrire

Canto, canto
Song' musica e parole
Songh'io stesse 'sta canzona

Venditore di gelati
Ai treni alla stazione
Prendo il posto di mio padre
Stanco e un po' invecchiato
Tempi duri comm'o ppane
Viecchio 'e 'na semmana
Che lo mangia solo
Chi non vuol morir di fame

Comm'e n'omm 'a mmare
Sta' ffunnan' 'e trov ajute
Comm'a nu criature
Miez'a folla trova a' mamma
Comm'a nu cecate
Rint'a notte trov'a vista
Io, quel gelataio
Improvvisamente artista

Canto, canto
I' ricev'a chell'a gente
Ca nun se mburtav'e niente
Canto, canto
'O vestito semp'o stesso
Sulo chillu' lla' teneve

Poi turnav'a casa stanco
E mamma m'aspettava
Cu' nu piette fridde
'Ncopp 'a tavula scarfato
E le raccuntave
Semp'a solita buscia
"Mamma, ce l'ho fatta"
Per non farla più soffrire

Canto, canto
Song' musica e parole
Songh'io stesse 'sta canzona

Singer-Songwriter

A thousand lire in my pocket
And a kiss from my mother
The Virgin Mary accompanies you
How long you walk
Don't be late, this lover
Put on my coat
And then on the stairs
She said to me, "Be careful"

And the same bus
Took me every morning
From Casoria to Naples
Underpass-Gallery
Young singers
Old glories and musicians
Many called it
"The artists' market"

I sing, I sing
I'm happy with those people
Who didn't care about anything
I sing, I sing
The dress always the same
Only he had it there

Then I would go home tired
And Mom was waiting for me
With a cold plate
Placed on the table
And I would tell her
Always the same lie
"Mom, I did it"
So as not to make her suffer anymore

I sing, I sing
I'm music and words
I'm this song myself

Ice cream vendor
At the trains at the station
I take my father's place
Tired and a little old
Hard times like bread
A week old
Who eats it alone
Who doesn't want to starve

Like a man of the sea
I am seeking help
Like a child
Finds his mother in the crowd
Like a blind man
Finds his sight in the night
I, that ice cream man
Suddenly an artist

I sing, I sing
I'm happy with those people
Who didn't care about anything
I sing, I sing
The dress always the same
Only he had it there

Then I would go home tired
And Mom was waiting for me
With a cold plate
Placed on the table
And I would tell her
Always the same lie
"Mom, I did it"
So as not to make her suffer anymore

I sing, I sing
I'm music and words
I'm this song myself