'O Ciucciariello - Roberto Murolo перевод на английский

'O Ciucciariello

'Ncopp'a na strada janca e sulagna
'Mmiez'a ll'addore e a ll'aria 'e campagna
Na carretta piccerella
Chianu chiano, se ne va
Nun s'affatica stu ciucciariello
Nun tene pressa, ch' 'a tene a ffà?
E sta luntano stu paisiello
Addò' nisciuno ce ha da aspettà

E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello
'Sta carrettella, tirala tu
E sona, sona, sona 'o campaniello
Ma chi aspettava nun ce sta cchiù
Na femmena busciarda mm'ha lassato
Luntano da 'a campagna se n'è ghiuta
E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello
Pe' n'ata strada pòrtame tu

Oje ciucciariello buono e aggarbato
Tu ca nc'hê visto sempe abbracciate
Na prumessa 'e matrimonio
A sentiste pure tu
Essa diceva Si' 'a vita mia
E a primmavera c'îmm' 'a spusà
Nun era overo, fuje na buscìa
Se n'è partuta, chisà addó sta?

E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello
'Sta carrettella, tirala tu
E sona, sona, sona 'o campaniello
Ma chi aspettava nun ce sta cchiù
Na femmena busciarda mm'ha lassato
Luntano da 'a campagna se n'è ghiuta
E tira, tira, tira, oje ciucciariello
Pe' n'ata strada pòrtame tu

'Ncopp'a na strada janca e sulagna
'Mmiez'a ll'addore e a ll'aria 'e campagna
Na carretta piccerella
Chianu chiano, se ne va

'O Ciucciariello

On a white and solitary road
In the midst of the scent and the scent of the countryside
A small cart
Slowly, slowly, it goes away
This little donkey doesn't tire of itself
It's in no hurry, has it got anything to do?
And this little country is far away
Where no one is waiting for me

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey
This little cart, pull it you
And ring, ring, ring the little bell
But who I was waiting for is no longer there
A lying woman has left me
She has gone far away from the countryside
And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey
Take me along another road

Oh good and polite little donkey
You who have always seen us embraced
A marriage promise
You heard it too
She said you are my life
And in the spring I will marry her
It wasn't true, it was a lie
She has left, who knows where she is?

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey
This little cart, pull it you
And ring, ring, ring the little bell
But who I was waiting for is no longer there
A lying woman has left me
She has gone far away from the countryside
And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey
Take me along another road

On a white and solitary road
In the midst of the scent and the scent of the countryside
A small cart
Slowly, slowly, it goes away