Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - 'E spingole frangese

'E spingole frangese

Nu juorno me ne jètte da la casa
Jènno vennenno spíngole frangese
Nu juorno mme ne jètte da la casa
Jènno vennnenno spíngole frangese
Me chiamma ′na figliola: "Trase, trase"
"Quanta spíngole dai pe' nu turnese?"
Me chiamma ′na figliola: "Trase, trase"
"Quanta spíngole dai pe' nu turnese?"
"Quanta spíngole dai pe' nu turnese?"
E io, che sóngo nu poco veziuso
Sùbbeto me ′mmuccaje dint′ a 'sta casa
Ah, chi vò′ belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole, ah, chi vò′?!
Ma io, che sóngo nu poco veziuso
Sùbbeto me 'mmuccaje dint′ a 'sta casa
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò′ belli spingole, ah, chi vò′?!
Dico io: "Si tu me dai tre o quatto vase
Te dóngo tutte 'e spíngole frangese
Dico io: "Si tu me dai tre o quatto vase
Te dóngo tutte ′e spíngole frangese
Pízzeche e vase nun fanno purtóse
E ne puo' ghiénchere ′e spíngole 'o paese
Pízzeche e vase nun fanno purtóse
E ne puo′ ghiénchere 'e spíngole 'o paese
E ne puo′ ghiénchere ′e spíngole 'o paese
Sentite a me, ca pure ′n'Paraviso
′E vase vanno a cinche nu turnese!
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò′ belli spingole, ah, chi vò'?!
Sentite a me, ca pure 'nParaviso
′E vase vanno a cinche nu turnese!
Ah, chi vò′ belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole, ah, chi vò′?!
Dicette: "Core mio, chist'è ′o paese
Ca, si te prore 'o naso... muore acciso!"
Dicette: "Core mio, chist′è 'o paese
Ca, si te prore 'o naso, muore acciso!"
E ij rispunnette: "Agge pacienza, scusa
′A tengo ′a 'nnammurata e sta ′o paese"
E ij rispunnette: "Agge pacienza, scusa
'A tengo ′a 'nnammurata e sta ′o paese
'A tengo 'a ′nnammurata e sta ′o paese"
E tene 'a faccia comme ′e ffronne 'e rosa
E tene ′a vocca comm' a ′na cerasa
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole, ah, chi vò′?!
E tene ′a faccia comme 'e ffronne ′e rosa
E tene 'a vocca comm′ a 'na cerasa
Ah, chi vò′ belli spingole frangese!
Ah, chi vò' belli spingole, ah, chi vò'?!

'E spingole frangese

One day, I left my house
They were selling French pins
One day, I left my house
They were selling French pins
A girl called me: "Come in, come in"
"How many pins can I get for a turnese?"
A girl called me: "Come in, come in"
"How many pins can I get for a turnese?"
"How many pins can I get for a turnese?"
And I, who am a bit of a charmer
Immediately barged into this house
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!
And I, who am a bit of a charmer
Immediately barged into this house
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!
I said: "If you give me three or four kisses
I'll give you all my French pins
I said: "If you give me three or four kisses
I'll give you all my French pins
Pinches and kisses don't make a purse
And you can fill the whole town with pins
Pinches and kisses don't make a purse
And you can fill the whole town with pins
And you can fill the whole town with pins
Listen to me, because even in Paradise
Kisses go for five to a turnese!
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!
Listen to me, because even in Paradise
Kisses go for five to a turnese!
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!
She said: "My heart, this is the place
Where, if you tickle your nose... you'll die slain!"
She said: "My heart, this is the place
Where, if you tickle your nose, you'll die slain!"
And I replied: "Oh, excuse me, I have a sweetheart
Who is from this town"
And I replied: "Oh, excuse me, I have a sweetheart
Who is from this town
Who is from this town"
And her face is like the leaves of a rose
And her mouth is like a cherry
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!
And her face is like the leaves of a rose
And her mouth is like a cherry
Oh, who wants beautiful French pins!
Oh, who wants beautiful pins, oh, who wants them?!