Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Era De Maggio - Remastered

Era De Maggio - Remastered

Era de maggio e te cadéano 'nzino,
A schiocche a schiocche, li ccerase rosse
Fresca era ll'aria e tutto lu ciardino
Addurava de rose a ciento passe
Era de maggio, io no, nun mme ne scordo,
Na canzone cantávamo a doje voce
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n'arricordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce
E diceva: "Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaje,
Tu mme lasse, io conto ll'ore
Chisà quanno turnarraje!"
Rispunnev'io: "Turnarraggio
Quanno tornano li rrose
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stóngo ccá."
E só' turnato e mo, comm'a na vota,
Cantammo 'nzieme la canzona antica;
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma 'ammore vero no, nun vota vico
De te, bellezza mia, mme 'nnammuraje,
Si t'arricuorde, 'nnanz'a la funtana:
Ll'acqua, llá dinto, nun se sécca maje,
E ferita d'ammore nun se sana
Nun se sana: ca sanata,
Si se fosse, gioja mia,
'Mmiez'a st'aria 'mbarzamata,
A guardarte io nun starría!
E te dico: "Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io só'
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó'!
Torna maggio e torna 'ammore:
Fa' de me chello che vuó'!"

Era De Maggio - Remastered

It was May and your hair fell over your shoulders,
In ringlets, the cherries red
The air was fresh and the whole garden
Smelled of roses from a hundred steps away
It was May, but no, I will never forget it,
A song in the garden we sang together
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
The air was fresh and the song sweet
And it said: "Heart, heart!
My heart, you go far away,
You leave me, and I count the hours
Who knows when you will return!"
I replied: "I will return
When the roses bloom again
If this flower blooms again in May,
In May I will still be here
If this flower blooms again in May,
In May I will still be here."
And I have returned and now, just like then,
We sing together the old song;
Time passes and the world turns,
But true love no, does not turn back
In you, my beautiful one, I fell in love,
If you remember, by the fountain:
The water there never dries up,
And the wound of love never heals
It does not heal: because if it did,
My joy,
In this fragrant air,
I would not be here looking at you!
And I tell you: "Heart, heart!
My heart, I have returned
May returns and love returns:
Do with me whatever you want!
May returns and love returns:
Do with me whatever you want!"