Vico vasto - Peppe Barra перевод на английский

Vico vasto

Passa 'na vita, ne passano doje
E 'o vico Vasto nun m' 'o scordo maje
Nce steva 'o guappo, 'o Capintesta
E Paziella... ca venneva 'e pazzielle
'O figlio d' 'a Madonna
Recchie 'e Nailòn
Nucchettella, 'a Nevaiola, Culanterra
'O Pazzo, 'o Chiattochiatto
Chillo ca venneva 'e lipine
Se chiammava Pisiello
Pisiello seggia 'n mano e sbarra 'e fierro
Faceva 'a guerra a Pascale 'o Bello
'A cchiù piccerella d' 'e Tre Vicchiarelle
Durmeva int' a' 'na connolella
E mammà cantava
Int' 'a casa cantava

Mezz' annura, 'na guagliona
Sotto 'o sole, s'asciuttava 'e capille
E mammà cantava
Int' 'a casa cantava, cantava
Diceva 'a nonna: "Chesta e' a vita
'A vita è chesta
N'affaciata 'e fenesta"

'Na voce?
Che d'è? Che d'è? È 'na voce?
A voce d' 'e guarattelle
Pulecenella, 'o Diavolone, 'a Morte
'A Guardia, Culumbrina, 'o Boia
Tucchete tucchete, tuculiavano 'e cape
Tucchete tucchete, tucchete tucchete...

Finita 'a festa
'O viecchio d' 'e guaratelle se ne jeva
'Ncopp' 'e spalle, tutto 'nu triato
E io 'o guardavo e sunnavo
Tucchete tucchete
Me jucavo 'o cerviello
E sunnavo e pensavo
Tucchete tucchete, tucchete tucchete...
Vulesse addeventà 'na guarattella!

Narrow Alley

Life goes on, and on and on
And the Narrow Alley I'll never forget
There was the tough guy, the Head Captain
And Paziella... who sold Pazielli
The Son of the Madonna
Nylon Ears
Nucchettella, the Snow Queen, Culanterra
The Madman, the Flat-Footed
The one who sold lipine
Called himself Pisiello
Pisiello sitting in the iron bar holding hand
Waged war against Pascale the Handsome
The youngest of the Three Old Women
Slept in a crib
And mom sang
Sang in the house

Half an hour, a girl
Under the sun, drying her hair
And mom sang
Sang in the house, sang
Grandma said: "This is life
Life is this
A view from the window"

A voice?
What is it? What is it? It's a voice
The voice of the puppeteers
Pulcinella, the Devil, Death
The Guard, Culumbrina, the Executioner
Knock knock, they were knocking their heads
Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock...

After the party
The old man with the puppets left
On his shoulders, a whole theater
And I looked at him and dreamed
Knock knock
I was playing with my mind
And I dreamed and I thought
Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock...
I wanted to become a puppeteer!