Текст и перевод песни Nino Taranto - Ciccio Formaggio

Ciccio Formaggio

Te 'ncuntraje,
Te parlaje
E m'innamorai di te...
Mme guardaste,
Mme diciste:
"Mi piacete pure a me..."
Ma tutt"o bbene ca hê ditto sempe 'e mme vulé,
è na buscía ch'è asciuta 'ncopp"o naso a te...
Si mme vulisse bene overamente,
Nun mme facisse 'ncujetá da 'a gente,
Nun mme tagliasse 'e pizze d"a paglietta,
Nun mme mettisse 'a vrénna 'int"a giacchetta...
Si mme vulisse bene, o mia Luisa,
Nun mme rumpisse 'o cuollo d"a cammisa...
Si' na 'nfá'...si' na 'nfá'...si' na 'nfama...
Te n'abù'...te n'abù'...te n'abuse...
Te n'abuse ca Ciccio Formaggio,
Nun tene 'o curaggio
Nemmeno 'e parlá!
Si sapisse,
Si vedisse,
Dint"o core mio che nc'è!
Cumpatisse...
Mme dicisse:
"Puveriello... ma pecché?"
Ma 'ncopp"o core tu nce tiene 'e pile 'o ssá'
Ca nu barbiere nun ce abbasta p"e ttagliá!...
Si mme vulisse bene overamente,
Nun mme facisse 'ncujetá da 'a gente...
Nun mme tirasse 'e pile 'a dint"e rrecchie,
Nun mme mettisse 'o dito dint'a ll'uocchie,
Nun mme mettisse 'a neve dint"a sacca,
Nun mme squagliasse 'ncapa 'a ceralacca!
Si' na 'nfá'
L'altro giorno,
Ma che scorno:
Vengo a casa e trovo a te
Spettinata,
Abbracciata
'Nziem'a n'ommo... Bèh... ched è?!
Mme rispunniste: "Chisto vene a te 'mpará
Comme se vasa quanno tu mm'hê 'a spusá..."
Si mme vulisse bene overamente,
Nun mme facisse 'ncujetá da 'a gente...
Nun mme menasse 'e streppe 'e rafanielle,
Nun mme mettisse 'a quaglia 'int"o cappiello,
Nun mme facisse stá, pe' n'ora sana,
Cu 'a pippa 'mmocca e cu 'a cannela 'mmano!
Si mme vulisse bene overamente,
Nun mme facisse 'ncujetá da 'a gente...
Nun mme pugnisse areto cu 'o spillone,
Nun mme mettisse 'a colla 'int"o cazone...
Nun mme screvisse, cu nu piezzo 'e gesso,
Aret"o matinè: "Ciccí' si' fesso!"
Si' na 'nfá'

Ciccio Formaggio

I found you,
I spoke to you,
And I fell in love with you...
You looked at me,
You told me:
"I like you too..."
But it's all good that you've always said you wanted me,
It's a lie that has come out on your nose...
If you really loved me,
You wouldn't make me worry about people,
You wouldn't cut the pizzas of my straw hat,
You wouldn't put the reins in my jacket...
If you loved me, my dear Louisa,
You wouldn't tear the neck of my shirt...
You're a bitch...you're a bitch...you're a villain...
You abuse me...you abuse me...you abuse me...
You abuse me because Ciccio Formaggio,
Doesn't have the courage
Not even to talk!
If you knew,
If you saw,
What's in my heart!
You'd feel sorry...
You'd tell me:
"Poor boy... but why?"
But on your heart you have the batteries, you know
That a barber is not enough to cut!...
If you really loved me,
You wouldn't make me worry about people...
You wouldn't pull the hairs out of my ears,
You wouldn't put your finger in my eyes,
You wouldn't put the snow in my bag,
You wouldn't melt the sealing wax on my head!
You're a bitch
The other day,
But what a shame:
I come home and find you
Disheveled,
Embraced
Together with a man... Well... what is it?!
You answered me: "This one comes to you to learn
How to kiss when you married me..."
If you really loved me,
You wouldn't make me worry about people...
You wouldn't throw me the radish whips,
You wouldn't put the quail in my hat,
You wouldn't make me stand, for an hour,
With a pipe in my mouth and a cinnamon stick in my hand!
If you really loved me,
You wouldn't make me worry about people...
You wouldn't prick me with the pin,
You wouldn't put the glue in my pants...
You wouldn't write to me, with a piece of chalk,
On the back of the dressing gown: "Cicci' you're stupid!"
You're a bitch