Текст и перевод песни Nino D'Angelo - Pe' vie 'e 'na vita

Pe' vie 'e 'na vita

'Nu pianoforte scurdato, 'Na tavola annura
'Nu quadro 'e Napule antico azzeccato int' 'o muro
'NA vecchia sarta cu l'uocchie assaje triste
Cu stu penziere affacciata a 'a fenesta
E aiza l'uocchie a Dio pecchè sull'isso 'a sape vulè bene
E io che criscevo... e io
Cu 'e suonne 'mbraccio e mille pecchè
P"e vie 'e na vita... na vita ca puortave a te
'Nu gatto 'nterra addurmuto, 'nu libro 'e canzone
Na stanza 'e juorne stentate, nu viecchio guaglione
Parla d' 'a guerra, d' 'a patria e l'onore
E dint' 'a l'uocchie se vede 'o dulore
Ma tene ciente amice ca s'hanno comme 'o ponno fa felice
E io che currevo... e io
Cu 'o viento 'nfaccia e 'a voglia 'e sapè
P"e vie 'e na vita... Na vita ca cercave a te
'NA sigaretta appicciato che guarda 'na rosa
'Nu piezzo 'e pane astipato addò sta tutte cosa
'Na bambulella che lava pe' terra
Ca se fa rossa se 'a dico si bella
Ma po me guarda 'e bene, pare ca 'o sape ca me sta int' 'e vene
E io che cantavo... e io
E tu ca criscive int' 'a me
P"e vie 'e na vita... na vita c'aspettave a te
Musica mia, Musica mia
E aspettavo a te criscevo dint' 'o sanghe musica vullente
Musica mia, musica mia, vita mia

On the Road of Life

A forgotten piano, a gloomy table
An antique painting of Naples stuck on the wall
An old dressmaker with very sad eyes
With this thought leaning out the window
And raises her eyes to God because she knows he loves her
And I who was growing up... and I
With dreams in my arms and a thousand reasons why
On the roads of life... a life that led me to you
A sleepy cat on the ground, an old book of songs
A room of hard days, an old boy
He talks about the war, about the country and honor
And the pain is seen in his eyes
But he has a hundred friends who make him happy as best they can
And I who was running... and I
With the wind in my face and the desire to know
On the roads of life... A life that was looking for you
A lit cigarette looking at a rose
A piece of bread covered with everything
A doll that washes the floor
Who blushes if I tell her she's beautiful
But then looks at me fondly, as if she knows she's in my veins
And I who sang... and I
And you who grew within me
On the roads of life... a life that was waiting for you
My music, my music
And I waited for you, I grew in the blood, vibrant music
My music, my music, my life