Текст и перевод песни Renato Carosone - Scapricciatiello

Scapricciatiello

Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
Si nun vuó' jí 'ngalèra, 'int'a stu mese

Comme te ll'aggi"a dí ca nun è cosa?
Chella nun è pe' te, chella è na 'mpesa
Che vène a dí ch'è bella cchiù 'e na rosa
Si po' te veco 'e chiagnere annascuso?
Lássala, siente a me, ca nun è cosa

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto
Alluntánate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa
Te fa perdere 'a libertá

Tutt' 'e mmatine, mamma, dint' 'a cchiesa
Prega, pe' te, 'a Madonna e nun repòsa
Jett' 'o curtiello nun fá 'o smaniuso
Si no tu vaje 'ngalèra e 'a bionda sposa
Curre add' 'a vecchia, va', cércale scusa
Tu p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto
Alluntánate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá

Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa
Te fa perdere 'a libertá

Tu, p' 'a bionda, si' troppo onesto
Chella è fatta pe' ll'ommo 'nzisto
Alluntánate 'a 'sta "maésta"
Ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse
T' 'o ffá credere e po' te lassa
Te fa perdere 'a libertá

"Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa

Scapricciatiello

My little capricious one, go home
If you don't want to go to jail, this month

How can I tell you that it's not a thing?
She's not for you, she's a pest
Which means she's more beautiful than a rose
Is it possible to see you crying in hiding?
Let her go, listen to me, it's not a thing

For the blonde, you're too honest
She's made for the insistent man
Get away from this "teacher"
Because she'll ruin you, son of a mother
Can't you see that she's passing you by?
She's teasing you with a hundred moves
She'll make you believe it and then leave you
She'll make you lose your freedom

Every morning, mom, in church
Prays for you, to the Madonna, and doesn't rest
Drop the knife, don't act crazy
Otherwise you'll go to jail and the blonde will marry
Run to the old woman, go, ask for forgiveness
For the blonde, you're too honest
She's made for the insistent man
Get away from this "teacher"
Because she'll ruin you, son of a mother

Can't you see that she's passing you by?
She's teasing you with a hundred moves
She'll make you believe it and then leave you
She'll make you lose your freedom

For the blonde, you're too honest
She's made for the insistent man
Get away from this "teacher"
Because she'll ruin you, son of a mother
Can't you see that she's passing you by?
She's teasing you with a hundred moves
She'll make you believe it and then leave you
She'll make you lose your freedom

"My little capricious one, go home