Текст и перевод песни Roberto Alagna feat. Yvan Cassar & Paris Symphony Orchestra - Ciuri, Ciuri

Ciuri, Ciuri

Ciuri, ciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Ciuri, ciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Lu sabutu, si sapi, allegra cori,
Beatu cu avi bedda la mugghieri.
Cu l'avi bedda ci porta i dinari,
Cu l'avi brutta ci morì lu cori.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Si troppu dispittusa tu cu mia,
Cascu du' letto si mi 'insonnu a tia.
Si brutta n'ta la faccia a n'ta lu cori
Amaro cu ti pigghia pi mughieri.
Ciuri, ciuri,
Ciuri ri tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Sciuri, sciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Sciuri di rosi russi a lu sbucciari,
Amaru l'omo ca fimmini cridi.
Amaro cu si fa supraniari,
L'uscio di paradisu non ni vidi.
Ciuri, ciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.
Ciuri, ciuri, sciuri di tuttu l'annu
L'amuri ca mi dasti ti lu tornu.

Ciuri, Ciuri

Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
On Saturday, it is known, cheerful hearts,
Blessed is he who has a beautiful wife.
Who has her beautiful brings him money,
Who has her ugly makes his heart die.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
If you are too spiteful to me,
I fall out of bed when I dream of you.
If ugly in face and in heart
Bitter is he who takes you for a wife.
Flowers, flowers,
Flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Flowers of red roses in bloom,
Bitter the man who believes women.
Bitter is he who lets himself be deceived,
The door of paradise he does not see.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.
Flowers, flowers, flowers of all the year
The love that you gave me, I return to you.