Текст и перевод песни Renato Carosone - A sonnambula (Remastered)

A sonnambula (Remastered)

Carmela è na bambola,
E fa ′ammore cu me.
Ma 'a mamma è terribile,
Nun mm′ 'a vò' fá vedé.
Allora aggio truvato
Nu bellu ritrovato,
Carmela fa ′a sunnambula
Pe′ mme vení a truvá.
E fa scema a mammá!
E cu 'a scusa ch′è na sunnambula,
Chesta bambola, nèh, che fa.
Tutt' ′e ssere, pe' copp′a ll'ásteco.
Vène a ll'ùnnece a passiggiá.
′Ncopp′a ll'ásteco ce stóngh′io
E lle dico: "Stó' ccá pe′ te".
E 'a sunnambula, ch′è na bambola,
Fa 'a sunnambula 'mbracci′a me.
′O pate, 'On Arcangelo,
Pe′ dispietto nun vò'.
Lle sóngo antipatico
E mm′ha ditto ca no.
Ma a me che mme ne 'mporta,
Io tengo aperta ′a porta,
Carmela, comm"o ssolito
Mme vène a cunzulá.
E fa scemo a papá!
E cu 'a scusa ch'è na sunnambula,
Chesta bambola, nèh, che fa.
Tutt′ ′e ssere, pe' copp′a ll'ásteco,
Vène a ll′ùnnece a passiggiá.
'Ncopp′a ll'ásteco ce stóngh'io
E lle dico: "Stó′ ccá pe′ te".
E 'a sunnambula, ch′è na bambola,
Fa 'a sunnambula ′mbracci'a me.
E cu ′a scusa ch'è na sunnambula,
Chesta bambola, nèh, che fa.
Tutt' ′e ssere, pe′ copp'a ll′ásteco,
Vène a ll'ùnnece a passiggiá.
′Ncopp'a ll′ásteco ce stóngh'io
E lle dico: "Stó' ccá pe′ te".
E ′a sunnambula, ch'è na bambola,
Fa ′a sunnambula 'mbracci′a me.
E 'a sunnambula, ch′è na bambola,
Fa 'a sunnambula 'mbracci′a me!

The Sleepwalker (Remastered)

Carmela is a doll,
And she's making love with me,
But her mother is terrible,
She doesn't want me to see her,
So I found
A beautiful solution,
Carmela plays the sleepwalker
To come and see me,
And fools her mother!
And with the excuse that she is a sleepwalker,
This doll, well, what does she do?
Every night, on the balcony,
She comes to walk at eleven,
On the balcony I'm standing
And I tell her: "I'm here for you".
And the sleepwalker, who is a doll,
Plays the sleepwalker in my arms.
Her father, Don Arcangelo,
Out of spite doesn't want it,
I'm unpleasant to him
And he told me no.
But what do I care,
I keep the door open,
Carmela, as usual
Comes to comfort me.
And fools her father!
And with the excuse that she is a sleepwalker,
This doll, well, what does she do?
Every night, on the balcony,
She comes to walk at eleven,
On the balcony I'm standing
And I tell her: "I'm here for you".
And the sleepwalker, who is a doll,
Plays the sleepwalker in my arms.
And with the excuse that she is a sleepwalker,
This doll, well, what does she do?
Every night, on the balcony,
She comes to walk at eleven,
On the balcony I'm standing
And I tell her: "I'm here for you".
And the sleepwalker, who is a doll,
Plays the sleepwalker in my arms.
And the sleepwalker, who is a doll,
Plays the sleepwalker in my arms!