Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Lazzarella - Remastered

Lazzarella - Remastered

Cu 'e libbre sott"o vraccio
E 'a camicetta a fiore blu,
Vuó' fá 'a signurenella
'Nnanz'â scola pure tu.
Te piglie 'a sigaretta
Quann"accatte pe' papá,
Te miette giá 'o rrussetto
Comme vide 'e fá a mammá.
Lazzarè!
Ma Lazzarella comme si,
A me mme piace sempe 'e cchiù,
E vengo apposta pe' t"o ddí,
Vicino â scola d"o Gesù.
Tu invece mme rispunne: "Eggiá,
I' devo retta proprio a te.
Pe' me ll'ammore pó aspettá,
Che n'aggi'a fá? Nun fa pe' me!"
Ah, Lazzarella, ventata 'e primmavera!
Quanno passe tutt"e mmatine
Giá te spiecchie dint"e vvetrine,
Sulo nu cumplimento te fa avvampá.
Ma Lazzarella comme si,
Tu nun mme pienze proprio a me,
E ride pe' mm"o ffá capí

Lazzarella - Remastered

With books under your arm
And a blue flowered blouse,
You want to play the young lady
In front of your school too.
You take a cigarette
When you shop for your father,
You already put on lipstick
Like you see your mother do.
Lazzarè!
But my Lazzarella, you are so beautiful,
You please me more and more,
And I come here on purpose to tell you,
Near the school of Jesus.
Instead, you answer me: "Oh yeah,
I have to listen to you."
Love can wait for me,
What am I supposed to do? It's not for me!"
Ah, Lazzarella, spring breeze!
When you walk by every morning
You already look in the shop windows,
Just a compliment makes you blush.
But my Lazzarella, you are so beautiful,
You don't think of me at all,
And you laugh to make me understand