Текст и перевод песни Pierangelo Bertoli - Fer L'amaur

Fer L'amaur

Chie l'avrev mai det, turner'm a innamurer,
Me an al vliva menga, però gnint da fer:
A sra forse perché am pies fer a l'amaur,
Che a son che, che iò bisegn d'un professaur.

Am per quesi come quand, a desdot an,
As-cifleva tot i disch napoletan
E a paseva la mateina atac a un spec
E am sintiva tor in gir dai me du vec.

Saul a cunterla l'am per na fola:
Am lev i deint treinta volt in un dè,
Aspet la sira per gnir a toret,
Come a spetesa ed finir al suldée.

E se andam in mes a un pree a fer a l'amaur
E gli urtigh e i marugaun im sembren fiaur,
Am seint stupid come ded's o tret's an fa
Che a perdiva fin al nomer dla me ca.

E un de, anc se a gavesa sinquant'an,
S'am sintesa innamuré come un salam
A pro saul eser cunteint, sintir'm un sgnau.

For the Love

Who would have ever said, I'd fall in love,
It wasn't in my plans, but nothing to be done:
It's probably because I'm a newbie in love,
That I am, that I need a teacher.

It's almost like when, at eighteen,
I used to listen to all the Neapolitan records
And I would spend the morning in front of a mirror
And I could hear my two parents laughing at me.

Saul told her love was only a lie:
I brushed my teeth thirty times a day,
Waiting for the evening to come and take me,
Like waiting for the end of military service.

And if we went to make love in a meadow
The nettles and daisies seemed like flowers to me,
I feel as stupid as I did thirteen or fourteen years ago
When I would even forget my own address.

And one day, even though I'll be fifty,
If I still feel in love like a fool
I'll just be happy, feeling like a lucky man.