Текст и перевод песни Nino D'Angelo - 'O mericano

'O mericano

O mericano, o mericano è buono
E l'italiano nun conosce na parola
è n'ommo ricco ma nun tene e miliune
S'è spiso a vita pe gh'ì appresso a l'illusione
O mericano, o mericano beve
Le piace a birra cu a neve
E quanno è notte nun s'addorme maie
Le fa paura e se scetà nmiez' e guaie
My friend, my friend te voglio bene
Forse nun l'he capito
Te voglio bene, te voglio troppo bene
Pure si nun t'ho dico
O mericano, o mericano è sincero
è nato bianco ma o core suoie è niro
E nun o sape comm' è a primavera
Se l'è scurdato, tene troppe penziere
O mericano, o mericano crede
Ma se ne fotte d"a fede
E parla sempe e chillo nonno italiano
Ca iette America pe vennere o pane
My friend, my friend te voglio bene
Forse nun l'he capito
Te voglio bene te voglio troppo bene
Pure si nun t'ho dico
O mericano, o mericano è n'artista
E quanno ride tene ll'uocchie triste
Sona a chitarra e io cant' a stessa canzona
E ce ne iammo tutt' e duie int'a passiona
My friend, my friend te voglio bene
Forse nun l'he capito
Te voglio bene, te voglio troppo bene
Ma tanto tanto bene
Pure si nun t'ho dico

'O mericano

The American, the American he is good
And the Italian doesn't know a word
he's a rich man but he doesn't have the millions
He's spent his life to follow the illusion
The American, the American drinks
He likes beer with snow
And when it's night he never falls asleep
He's scared and he wakes up in the middle of trouble
My friend, my friend I love you
Maybe I didn't understand it
I love you, I love you too much
Even if I don't tell you
The American, the American is sincere
he was born white but his heart is black
And he doesn't know what spring is like
He has forgotten, he has too many thoughts
The American, the American believes
But he doesn't give a damn about faith
And he always talks about that Italian grandfather
Who went to America to sell bread
My friend, my friend I love you
Maybe I didn't understand it
I love you, I love you too much
Even if I don't tell you
The American, the American is an artist
And when he laughs he has sad eyes
He plays the guitar and I sing the same song
And we both get lost in passion
My friend, my friend I love you
Maybe I didn't understand it
I love you, I love you too much
But so so much
Even if I don't tell you