Текст и перевод песни Renzo Arbore feat. L'Orchestra Italiana - Pigliate 'na pastiglia

Pigliate 'na pastiglia

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'aggia 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!
Dinte vvetrine 'e tutte farmaciste,
La vecchia camomilla ha dato il posto
Alle palline 'e glicerofosfato –
Bromotelevisionato –
Grammi: zero, zero, tre...
Ah!...
Pígliate na pastiglia,
Siente a me!

Dinto 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'aggia fá?
Pígliate na pastiglia!...

Dinte vvetrine 'e tutte 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

I walk every night,
I walk grumbling,
I never get any sleep,
I never close my eyes
And I don't drink coffee!
Go to bed, listen to me!...
Go to bed, listen to me!...
A shutter that slams,
A streetlight that shines...
And a drunk who says,
Knocking at a door:
"Open up, Cuncè'?"
I haven't slept in three months:
I want to forget a little mouth...
People, tell me what should I do?
Take a pill!
Take a pill,
Listen to me...
To make me fall asleep,
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 -
Bromotelevision -
Grams: zero, zero, three...
Ah!...
Take a pill,
Listen to me!

In the dark a cat,
Chewing on a sardine,
Sweetly sweetly looks at me,
Looks at me, rubs herself,
Meows and says:
Listen to me: go to bed!
Listen to me: go to bed!
I'm a little cart donkey,
Loaded with love
That pulls this heart...
This heart, that seeks
Happiness!...
I haven't slept in three months:
I want to forget a little mouth!...
People, tell me what should I do?
Take a pill!...

In the windows of all the pharmacists,
Old chamomile has given way to
Glycerophosphate balls -
Bromotelevision -
Diddittí, bicarbonate,
Borotalco and linseed,
Poultice and semolina,
A Florentine steak,
Mortadella and two small loaves
With half a liter of wine,
A coffee with caffeine,
Grams: zero, zero, three!...
Ah!...
Take a pill,
Listen to me!