Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Funtana All'Ombra

Funtana All'Ombra

′Sta funtanella
Ca ména 'a tantu tiempo ll′acqua chiara
Ha fatto 'a cchiù 'e nu sèculo ′a cummara
Piccerenella
Venette ′a nonna a bevere, e ce steva
Nu figliulillo, a ll'ombra, che ′a vedeva
E, a ll'ombra, tutt′e duje
Accumminciajeno a se parlá cu 'o "vvuje"
Po′ ognuno 'e lloro se parlaje cu 'o "ttu"
E, sempe cumpiacente
Sti ffronne, alleramente
Facevano ciù-ciù
Po′ ce venette
Pur′io na vota ca stevo arzo 'e sete
E ca cercavo ′e vvie fresche e cujete
E te vedette
E t'accustaste e mm′accustaje pur'io
E ′o core tujo cercava 'o core mio
Venèttemo 'a doje strate
E pe′ una, ce sperdèttemo abbracciate
Pe′ ce vasá, pe' nun ce lassá cchiù
E, sempe cumpiacente
Sti ffronne, alleramente
Facevano ciù-ciù
Quant′ate appriesso
Doppo tante e tant'anne venarranno?
Quant′ata matremmonie se farranno?
Mo fanno 'o stesso
Quase tutt′ 'e ffigliole 'e stu paese
E, ′a sprùcete ca só′, po' só′ curtese
E spicialmente 'a ′state
Aspettano 'e figliule ′nnammurate
E 'sta funtana attacca 'a giuventù
E, sempe cumpiacente
Sti ffronne, allegramente
Ce fanno stu ciù-ciù

Funtana All'Ombra

This Fountain
That brought so much clear water for so long
Has become a godmother for more than a century
Little One
Your grandmother came to drink, and there was
A little boy, watching her in the shade
And, in the shade, both of them
Began to talk to each other with the "you"
Then each of them spoke to each other with the "you"
And, always accommodating
These leaves, cheerfully
Made a cooing sound
Then it was my turn
When I was parched with thirst
And when I searched for fresh and peaceful paths
And I saw you
And you approached and I approached too
And your heart searched for my heart
We came from two different paths
And on one, we lost ourselves embraced
To kiss each other, to never leave each other again
And, always accommodating
These leaves, cheerfully
Made a cooing sound
How many more
Will come after so many years?
How many marriages will be made?
They do the same now
Most of the girls in this town
And, because I'm a fountain, I'm courteous
And especially in the summer
I wait for the girls in love
And this fountain binds the young
And, always accommodating
These leaves, cheerfully
Make this cooing sound for us