Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - O zampugnaro nnammurato

O zampugnaro nnammurato

Nu bellu figliulillo zampugnaro
Che a Napule nun c'era stato ancora
Comme chiagneva, 'nnante a lu pagliaro
Quanno lassaje la 'nnammurata fora
E a mezanotte, 'ncopp'a nu traíno
Pe' Napule partette da Avellino

Ullèro, ullèro, buono e sincero
Da lu paese, a Napule arrevato
Nce cammenava comm'a nu stunato

E succedette ca na bella sera
Jette a cantá a la casa 'e na signora
Tappéte, luce, pavimente a cera
Ricchezze maje nun viste fin'a allora
Ma se 'ncantaje, cchiù assaje de sti rricchezze
Pe' ll'uocchie d"a signora e pe li ttrezze

Ullèro, ullèro, fuje nu mistero
Quanno jette pe' vasá â signora 'e mmane
Zitto, sentette 'e dí, "Torna dimane"

Cielo, comme fuje doce 'sta nuvena
Ca ll'attaccaje cu n'ata passione
E se scurdaje d'ammore 'e Filumena
Ch'era fatecatora e bona bona
Ma ll'urdema jurnata ca turnaje
Chella signora, â casa, 'un ce 'a truvaje

Ullèro, ullèro, sturduto overo
Avette ciento lire e 'sta 'mmasciata
"Scurdatavella, chella è mmaretata"

'Na casarella 'mmiez'a li mmuntagne
'Nu fucularo cu 'nu cippo 'e pigne
La neve sciocca, 'na figliola chiagne
Chisà 'stu lietto 'e sposa si se 'ncigna
P' 'a strada sulitaria d'Avellino
Nun sta passanno manco 'nu traìno

Ullèro, ullèro, cagna penziero
Sta sotto a 'nu barcone appuntunato
Poveru zampugnaro 'nnammurato

The Bagpiper in Love

A handsome young bagpiper
Who had never been to Naples before
How he wept, before the straw hut
When he left his sweetheart outside
And at midnight, on a train
He left Avellino for Naples

Ollèro, ollèro, good and sincere
Having arrived in Naples from his village
He walked around like a fool

And it happened that one evening
He went to sing at a lady's house
Tapestries, lights, a waxed floor
He had never seen such wealth before
But what enchanted him, more than all this wealth
Were the lady's eyes and her tresses

Ollèro, ollèro, it was a mystery
When he went to kiss the lady's hand
Softly, she heard him say, "Come back tomorrow"

Heavens, how sweet this novena was
For it bound him with a new passion
And he forgot about his love for Filumena
Who was a hard worker and very kind
But on the last day that he returned
He couldn't find the lady at home

Ollèro, ollèro, dazed and confused
He had a hundred lire and this message
"Forget her, she's married"

A small house in the mountains
A fireplace with a log of pine
The snow is falling, a girl is crying
Who knows if this bed will ever be blessed
On the lonely road to Avellino
Not even a train is passing by

Ollèro, ollèro, change your mind
You're under a sinking boat
Poor bagpiper in love