Текст и перевод песни Nino D'Angelo - Ncopp 'o lietto

Ncopp 'o lietto

Chianu, chiane ncopp'o liette
Pulizz'e 'llente sporche
E po' te liev'ecazette
Votte nterr'a cenneriere
Stasera staje nervosa

Te stanghe pur'e studia'
E"riviste re cantante
Na' bambulell'e pezze
Mo nun te piace chiu' niente
Nun te siente mang'a radio

Te guard'a rint'o specchie
Ma tante pe' te guarda
E nun riesce pe'nniente
'A te mettere ncape
Ca' nun torne chiu'

Si nunn'e state sincere
Si ta' fatt'o bidone
Tu nun ce' penza'

Staje straccianne tutt'eccose
Tutt'e fotografie
Ca' tu tivin'astipate
Pure chelle ca' ricive
Ce' voglie fa' nu poster

Nun vuo' sape' niente cchiù
O rilorge se 'ffermate
M'atte' un te ne mborte
Te siente fore ro' munne
Staje chiagnenne ma chi ffai
Me pare na criature
E'ppure tiene vint'anne

Chell'iccorse a 100 allora
N'copp'a motocicletta
Pazzianne 'nzieme co' viente
Staje penzanne 'ncopp'o liette

Vicin'a nu cuscine
Ca nun ritornene chiu'
E' nun riesce pe'nniente
'A te mettere 'ncape
Ca' nun torne chiu'

Si nunn'e state sincere
Si ta' fatt'o bidone
Tu nun ce' penza'

On the Bed

I lie slowly on the bed
Police sirens outside
And then you have your concerns
Throwing ashtrays on the floor
You're nervous tonight

You're tired of studying
And the magazines about singers
A doll made of cloth
Now you don't like anything anymore
You don't even want to listen to the radio

You look at yourself in the mirror
But so many other people are watching you
And nothing helps
To make you understand
That it won't come back

If you haven't been honest
If you've been taken for a ride
Don't think about it

You're tearing everything apart
All the photographs
That you had gathered
Even the ones you received
You want to make a poster

You want to know nothing more
The clock has stopped
You don't care anymore
You feel outside the world
You're crying, but what are you doing?
You seem like a child
And yet you're twenty years old

That race at 100 miles per hour
On the motorcycle
Going crazy with the wind
You're thinking about it, on the bed

Next to a cushion
That will never return
And nothing helps
To make you understand
That it won't come back

If you haven't been honest
If you've been taken for a ride
Don't think about it