Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Suspiranno

Suspiranno

'Na fenestella 'e foglie rampicante
'Na puntigliosa cu 'nu musso astrinto
E 'nu suspiro mio ch' 'a vasa 'nfronte
Arape 'a vocca e ce se 'mpizza dinto
'Na fenestella 'e foglie rampicante

Suspiro mio vièneme a dì che fa
Penza 'e fà pace, o penza 'e mme lassà?
T'aspetto a fianco e rrose, addó saje tu
Addó diceva, "Io nun te lasso cchiù
Io nun te lasso cchiù"

E tècchete, 'e rimpetto 'a luna sponta
Dicenno: "Bonasera a tuttu quante
Jate a ll'appuntamento, ca i' so' pronta
Femmene belle e giuvinotte amante"
E tècchete, 'e rimpetto 'a luna sponta

Suspiro mio vièneme a dì che fa
Penza 'e fà pace, o penza 'e mme lassà?
T'aspetto a fianco e rrose, addó saje tu
Addó diceva, "Io nun te lasso cchiù
Io nun te lasso cchiù"

'Na fenestella 'e foglie rampicante
'Na làcrema caduta 'e pentimento
E 'na vucchella e ddoje manelle pronte
Ca tornano a chiammà ll'antico amante
'Na fenestella 'e foglie rampicante

Torna 'o suspiro e dice: "Viene 'a cca
Ca vo' fà pace e nun te vo' lassà
Chella ch'ha ditto a fianco ê rrose thè
"È overo, è overo
E moro senza 'e te
E moro senza 'e te"

A Sigh

At the window of climbing vines
A sharp leaf with a bit of face
And a sigh of mine that kisses it on the brow
Opens its mouth and devours it
At the window of climbing vines

My sigh come tell me what it will do
Does it think to make peace or to leave me?
I await you beside the roses, where you know
Where it said, "I will never leave you again
I will never leave you again"

And look, the moon rises opposite
Saying: "Good evening to all
Go to your rendezvous, for I am ready
Lovely and young women in love"
And look, the moon rises opposite

My sigh come tell me what it will do
Does it think to make peace or to leave me?
I await you beside the roses, where you know
Where it said, "I will never leave you again
I will never leave you again"

At the window of climbing vines
A tear has fallen in repentance
And a little mouth and two little hands are ready
That call again to the old lover
At the window of climbing vines

The sigh returns and says: "Come here
For it wants to make peace and not leave you
Who said beside the roses there
"It is true, it is true
And I die without you
And I die without you"