Текст и перевод песни Renzo Arbore feat. L'Orchestra Italiana - Guaglione - Live

Guaglione - Live

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutt"a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutt"a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutt"a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'Mmiez'a 'sta via,
Nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
Che pecundría!
Gué piccerí' che vène a dí
'Sta gelusia?
Tu vuó' suffrí,
Tu vuó' murí,
Chi t"o ffá fá...

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutt"a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...

E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
Ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
Si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
Va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
Sti mustacciélle...
Nun so a te, nun vonn' a te
Chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
Cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí,
C'è tiempo oje ni',
Pe' te 'nguajá!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
Ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
Si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
Va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
(Ma tu passe e spasse)
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
(Sott'a stu barcone)
Dille tutta 'a veritá
(Ma tu si' guaglione...)
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
(Ma tu passe e spasse)
Nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
(Sott'a stu barcone)
Dille tutta 'a veritá
(Ma tu si' guaglione...)
Ca mammá te pò capí...!

Guaglione - Live

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...

You're always here, planted here
In the middle of this street,
You no longer eat, no longer sleep
What a pity!
Hey, little boy, what does it mean,
This jealousy?
You want to suffer,
You want to die,
Who makes you do that...

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...

He walks and walks under this balcony,
But you're just a boy...
You don't know women,
You're still so young!
You're just a boy!...
What have you put in your head?
Go play ball...
What do these tears mean?...
Go away, don't make me laugh!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Don't paint them, don't smooth them,
These little mustaches...
They're not for you, they're not for you,
Those beautiful eyes...
Don't think about it, go hang out
With the little boys...
Don't poison yourself,
There's still time, boy,
To get engaged!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

He walks and walks under this balcony,
But you're just a boy...
You don't know women,
You're still so young!
You're just a boy!...
What have you put in your head?
Go play ball...
What do these tears mean?...
Go away, don't make me laugh!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
Tell her the whole truth
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
(But you walk and walk)
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
(Under this balcony)
Tell her the whole truth
(But you're just a boy...)
For your mother can understand you...!

Run to your mother's arms,
(But you walk and walk)
Don't be a fool, my little boy...
(Under this balcony)
Tell her the whole truth
(But you're just a boy...)
For your mother can understand you...!