Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Simmo e Napule paisa'

Simmo e Napule paisa'

Tarantella, facennoce 'e cunte,
Nun vale cchiù a niente
'O ppassato a penzá...
Quanno nun ce stanno 'e tramme,
Na carrozza è sempe pronta
N'ata a ll'angolo sta giá:
Caccia oje nénna 'o crespo giallo,
Miette 'a vesta cchiù carella,
(...cu na rosa 'int' 'e capille,
Saje che 'mmidia 'ncuoll' a me...

Tarantella, facènnoce 'e cunte,
Nun vale cchiù a niente
"'o ppeccomme e 'o ppecché..."

Basta ca ce sta 'o sole,
Ca c'è rimasto 'o mare,
Na nénna a core a core,
Na canzone pe' cantá...
Chi ha avuto, ha avuto, ha avuto...
Chi ha dato, ha dato, ha dato...
Scurdámmoce 'o ppassato,
Simmo 'e Napule paisá!...
Tarantella, stu munno è na rota:
Chi saglie 'a sagliuta,
Chi sta pe' cadé!
Dice buono 'o mutto antico:
Ccá se scontano 'e peccate...
Ogge a te... dimane a me!
Io, nu poco fatto a vino,
Penzo ô mmale e penzo ô bbene...
Ma 'sta vocca curallina
Cerca 'a mia pe' s"a vasá!
Tarantella, si 'o munno è na rota,
Pigliammo 'o minuto
Che sta pe' passá...
Basta ca ce sta 'o sole...

Tarantella, 'o cucchiere è n'amico:
Nun 'ngarra cchiù 'o vico
Addó mm'ha da purtá...
Mo redenno e mo cantanno,
S'è scurdato 'o coprifuoco,
Vò' surtanto cammená...
Quanno sta a Santa Lucia,
"Signurí', - nce dice a nuje -
Ccá nce steva 'a casa mia,
Só' rimasto surtant'i'..."
E chiagnenno, chiagnenno, s'avvía...
...ma po', 'a nustalgía,
Fa priesto a ferní...
ì
Basta ca ce sta 'o sole...

Simmo e Napule paisa'

Tarantella, let's tell each other stories,
It's no longer worth anything
To think about the past...
When there are no trams,
A carriage is always ready
Another one is already waiting at the corner:
Darling, throw away your yellow scarf,
Put on your most beautiful dress,
(...with a rose in your hair,
You know how envious it makes me...

Tarantella, let's tell each other stories,
It's no longer worth anything
"'o ppeccomme e 'o ppecché..."

As long as there is the sun,
As long as there is the sea,
A sweetheart to hold close,
A song to sing...
Those who have had, have had, have had...
Those who have given, have given, have given...
Let's forget the past,
We're from Naples, paisá!...
Tarantella, this world is a wheel:
Some climb up the hill,
Some are about to fall!
The old saying is true:
Here we pay for our sins...
Today it's you... tomorrow it's me!
Me, a little tipsy,
I think about the bad and the good...
But this coral mouth
Seeks mine to kiss it!
Tarantella, if the world is a wheel,
Let's take the minute
That is about to pass...
As long as there is the sun...

Tarantella, the coachman is a friend:
He no longer shouts at the alley
Where he has to take me...
Now laughing and now singing,
He has forgotten the curfew,
He only wants to walk...
When he is in Santa Lucia,
"Ladies and gentlemen, - he tells us -
My house was here,
All that remains is me..."
And weeping, weeping, he walks away...
...but then, nostalgia,
Soon comes to an end.
ì
As long as there is the sun...