Текст и перевод песни Renato Carosone - Pigliate 'na pastiglia (Original Mix)

Pigliate 'na pastiglia (Original Mix)

Canta Napoli.
Napoli in farmacia.
Eh eh.
Io cammino ogne notte,
Io cammino sbarianno,
Io nun tengo maje suonno,
Nun chiudo maje ll'uocchie
E nun bevo cafè.
Va' te cócca, siente a me!
Va' te cócca, siente a me!
Na perziana ca sbatte,
Nu lampione ca luce
E nu 'mbriaco ca dice,
Bussanno a na porta:
"Mm'arape, Cuncè'!"
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiù,
Na vucchella vurría scurdá.
Gente, diciteme comm'aggi"a fá.
Pígliate na pastiglia!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Pe' mme fá addurmí,
Pe' mme fá scurdá
Il mio dolce amor.
Pígliate na pastiglia!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Pe' mme fá sentí
Come un gran pasciá
E mm'inebria il cuor.
Dint"e vvetrine 'e tutt"e farmaciste,
La vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline 'e glicerofosfato,
Bromotelevisionato,
Grammi zero, zero, tre.
Ah!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!
Dint"o scuro na gatta,
Mastecanno na sarda,
Doce doce mme guarda,
Mme guarda, se struscia,
Miagola e fa:
Siente a me, vatte a cuccá!
Siente a me, vatte a cuccá!
Só' nu ciuccio 'e carretta
Carrecato d'ammore
Ca se tira stu core,
Stu core ca cerca la felicitá.
'A tre mise nun dormo cchiù,
Na vucchella vurría scurdá.
Gente, diciteme comm'aggi"a fá.
Dint"e vvetrine 'e tutt"e farmaciste,
La vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline 'e glicerofosfato,
Bromotelevisionato,
Diddittí, bicarbonato,
Borotalco e seme 'e lino,
Cataplasma e semolino,
Na custata â fiorentina,
Mortadella e duje panine
Cu nu miezu litro 'e vino,
Nu caffé con caffeina,
Grammi zero, zero, tre.
Ah!
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!

Take A Pill (Original Mix)

Sing, Naples.
Naples in the pharmacy.
Uh huh.
I walk every night,
I walk whining,
I never get any rest,
I never close my eyes
And I don't drink coffee.
Come back to me, listen to me!
Come back to me, listen to me!
A shutter bangs,
A lamp shines
And a drunk says,
Knocking at a door:
"Open up for me, Concetta!"
For three months I haven't slept anymore,
I'd like to forget a little voice.
People, tell me what should I do.
Take a pill!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
To make me sleep,
To make me forget
My sweet love.
Take a pill!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
To make me feel
Like a great pasha
And intoxicate my heart.
In the windows of all the pharmacists,
Old chamomile has given way to
Glycerophosphate balls,
Bromotelevied,
Grams zero, zero, three.
Ah!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!
In the dark, a cat,
Chewing on a sardine,
Looks at me sweetly,
Watches me, rubs against me,
Meows and says:
Listen to me, go to bed!
Listen to me, go to bed!
I'm a donkey cart
Loaded with love
That pulls this heart,
This heart that seeks happiness.
For three months I haven't slept anymore,
I'd like to forget a little voice.
People, tell me what should I do.
In the windows of all the pharmacists,
Old chamomile has given way to
Glycerophosphate balls,
Bromotelevied,
Beep beep, bicarbonate,
Baby powder and flax seed,
Poultice and semolina,
A Florentine-style stew,
Mortadella and two rolls
With a half-liter of wine,
A coffee with caffeine,
Grams zero, zero, three.
Ah!
Take a pill,
Listen to me!