Текст и перевод песни Renzo Arbore - Voce 'e notte (live)

Voce 'e notte (live)

Si 'sta voce te scéta 'int' 'a nuttata,
Mentre t'astrigne 'o sposo tujo vicino...
Statte scetata, si vuó' stá scetata,
Ma fa' vedé ca duorme a suonno chino...
Nun ghí vicino ê llastre pe' fá 'a spia,
Pecché nun puó' sbagliá 'sta voce è 'a mia...
E' 'a stessa voce 'e quanno tutt'e duje,
Scurnuse, nce parlávamo cu 'o "vvuje".

Si 'sta voce te canta dint"o core
Chello ca nun te cerco e nun te dico;
Tutt"o turmiento 'e nu luntano ammore,
Tutto ll'ammore 'e nu turmiento antico...
Si te vène na smania 'e vulé bene,
Na smania 'e vase córrere p' 'e vvéne,
Nu fuoco che t'abbrucia comm'a che,
Vásate a chillo... che te 'mporta 'e me?

Si 'sta voce, che chiagne 'int' 'a nuttata,
Te sceta 'o sposo, nun avé paura...
Vide ch'è senza nomme 'a serenata,
Dille ca dorme e che se rassicura...
Dille accussí: "Chi canta 'int'a 'sta via
O sarrá pazzo o more 'e gelusia!
Starrá chiagnenno quacche 'nfamitá...
Canta isso sulo... Ma che canta a fá?!..."

Starrá chiagnenno quacche 'nfamitá...
Canta isso sulo... Ma che canta a fá?!..."
...Voce e notte te sceta dint' a nuttata... è a voce mia... oe.

Your 'e notte (live)

If this voice wakes you in the dead of night,
While your husband embraces you close by...
Stay awake, if you want to stay awake,
But pretend to be fast asleep in your bed...
Don't go near the shutters to spy,
Because you can't be mistaken, this voice is mine...
It's the same voice from when we both,
Heartbroken, spoke sweetly to each other.

If this voice sings to you in your heart
What I don't ask you for and don't tell you,
All the torment of a distant love,
All the love of an ancient torment...
If you feel a wild desire to love,
A wild desire to run to meet him,
A fire that burns you as it does me,
Kiss him... Why do you care about me?

If this voice, that cries in the dead of night,
Wakes your husband, don't be afraid...
See, the serenade has no name,
Tell him he's sleeping and to be reassured...
Tell him this: "He who sings in this street
Must be mad or dying of jealousy!
He must be crying over some evil deed...
Let him sing alone... But why does he sing?!..."

He must be crying over some evil deed...
Let him sing alone... But why does he sing?!..."
...Your voice and night awaken you in the dead of night... it's my voice... oh.