Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Canzone Appassiunata

Canzone Appassiunata

N'albero piccerillo aggiu piantato
Criscènnolo cu pena e cu sudore
Na ventecata giá mme ll'ha spezzato
E tutt"e ffronne cágnano culore
Cadute só' giá 'e frutte: e tuttuquante
Erano doce, e se só' fatte amare
Ma 'o core dice: "Oje giuvinotto amante
'E ccose amare, tiénele cchiù care"
E amara comme si'

Te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Era comm"o canario 'nnammurato
Stu core che cantaje matina e sera
"Scétate!", dico, e nun vò' stá scetato
E mo, nun canta manco a primmavera!
Chi voglio bene nun mme fa felice
Forse sta 'ncielo destinato e scritto
Ma i' penzo ca nu ditto antico dice
"Nun se cumanda a 'o core", e i' mme stó' zitto!
E mme stó' zitto, sí

Te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Chiagno p'ammore, e cade 'o chianto mio
Dint'a 'sta testa, 'o chianto 'a sta arracquanno
Schiòppa na bella rosa e i', pe' gulio
A chi mm'ha fatto chiagnere nce 'a manno

Lle dico: "Rosa mia tu mme perduone
Si te scarpesarrá senza cuscienza"
Ce sta nu ditto ca mme dá ragione
"Fa' bene e scorda e si faje male penza"
Piènzace buono sí

Te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí

Canzone Appassiunata

I planted a small tree
Growing it with pain and sweat
A gust of wind broke it
And all its leaves changed color
The fruits have already fallen: and all of them
Were sweet, and have become bitter
But my heart says: "Oh young lover
The bitter things, hold them dearer
And bitter as you are

I love you
I love you and you make me die

It was like a canary in love
This heart that sang morning and evening
"Wake up!", I say, and it doesn't want to wake up
And now, it doesn't even sing in the spring!
Who I love doesn't make me happy
Perhaps it is destined and written in heaven
But I think that an old saying says
"You can't command the heart", and I stay quiet!
And I stay quiet, yes

I love you
I love you and you make me die

I cry for love, and my tears fall
In this head, the crying is accumulating
A beautiful rose blooms and I, out of spite
Give it to the one who made me cry

I say to it: "My rose, forgive me
If it will tear your petals without conscience"
There is a saying that gives me reason
"Do good and forget and if you do evil, think about it"
Think about it well, yes

I love you
I love you and you make me die