Текст и перевод песни Renato Carosone - Torero

Torero

Tu pierde 'o suonno 'ncopp"e giurnalette
E mamme te minaccia
E patete s'arraggia
Te fanno gira' a' capa sti "fumette"
Guardannote 'into' 'o specchio
Vuoi fare il Toreador

Comme fanno a Santa Fe
Comme fanno ad "Ollivud"
E cu' sta scusa, oi ni, nun studie cchiu'

Oh Torero
Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun è overo
Co 'e nacchere 'in t"a sacca vai a balla'
Mescolando 'o bolero e 'o "cha-cha"
Chi vuo' 'mbruglia'?

Torero
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'!
Torero! Torero! Olé

Te fatto 'a giacchettella corta, corta
'O cazunciello astritto
'O ricciurillo 'n fronte
Te ride 'a gente areto e nun te 'mporta
Ti senti un Marlon Brando
Che a spasso se ne va

Per le vie di Santa Fe
Per le vie di "Ollivud"
E 'a 'nnammurata toia nun te vo' cchiu'

Eh Torero
Te si' piazzato 'ncapo stu sombrero
Dice che si' spagnuolo e nun è overo
Co 'e nacchere 'in t"a sacca vai a balla'
Mescolando 'o bolero e 'o "cha-cha"
Chi vuo' 'mbruglia'?

Torero
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' 'nu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'
Torero! Torero! Olé

Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha

Oh Torero
E levatillo 'a capa stu sombrero
Nun sì spagnuolo e nun sì caballero
'Ste nacchere tu nun 'e sai sunà
'E sti nacchere tu che ne 'a ffà
Bello 'e mammà?

Torero
Cu' sti basette a' sudamericano
Cu' stu sicario avana e 'a cammesella 'e picche'
Torero! Torero! Olé
Olé

Bullfighter

You waste your sleep on newspapers
And mom threatens you
And dad gets angry
They're making your head spin with these "comics"
Looking at yourself in the mirror
You want to be a bullfighter

Like they do in Santa Fe
Like they do in "Hollywood"
And with this excuse, you say you won't study anymore

Oh, bullfighter
You've put on that sombrero
You say you're Spanish and it's not true
With castanets in your pocket you go to dance
Mixing the bolero and the "cha-cha"
Who are you trying to fool?

Bullfighter
With these South American sideburns
With a Havana cigar and a red shirt!
Bullfighter! Bullfighter! Olé

You've made your jacket short, short
Your shirt is tight
A little curl on your forehead
People laugh at you behind your back and you don't care
You feel like Marlon Brando
Walking down the streets of

Santa Fe
Hollywood
And your girlfriend doesn't want you anymore

Eh, bullfighter
You've put on that sombrero
You say you're Spanish and it's not true
With castanets in your pocket you go to dance
Mixing the bolero and the "cha-cha"
Who are you trying to fool?

Bullfighter
With these South American sideburns
With a Havana cigar and a red shirt!
Bullfighter! Bullfighter! Olé

Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha
Cha cha cha

Oh, bullfighter
And take off that sombrero
You're not Spanish and you're not a gentleman
You don't know how to play those castanets
And what are you going to do with those castanets
My dear boy?

Bullfighter
With these South American sideburns
With that Havana cigar and that red shirt!
Bullfighter! Bullfighter! Olé
Olé