Текст и перевод песни Roberto Vecchioni - Nel Regno Di Napoli (Medley)

Nel Regno Di Napoli (Medley)

A) Miseria e nobiltà
Paese di sole, paese di cielo, paese di mare,
Paese di una noia mortale.
Io, pieno di nostalgia per la mia Parigi
Sono qui, a Napoli, circondato da barbari
E mangio pesce
Cucinato senza amore.
Quelquefois
Moi, le prince d'Artois
Pour le vouloir du roi
Comandant à Naples qualquefois
Quand j'ai mangé très mal
Ce poisson de barbars
Cuit sans amour.
En voyant Paris
Dans un jour d'avril
Je me desepère
Mais seulment quelquefois...
...E sempe 'stu mare passa e va
E sempe ce ricon'e canta'
E passa e va la Storia
E nuie stamm' a guarda'
E sempe, senza sape' pecché
Tenimm' 'a meglio spigola p'o Re
Nuie simme gente 'e core
E 'o core nun vo' sape'...
Qulquefois
Je fais bien ma toilette
Et depuis je m'apprette
J'ecris des lettres quelquefois.
Qualquefois
Dans le rues de sa ville
Je me sens mourir.
Ceux sont des primitifs...
Je me souviens de Paris
à droite et à gauche
Oh, les vol-au-vent, oh, mes brioches!
B) L'oro di Napoli. Eran belli quei signori che venivan da fuori
Tu che hai visto solo il mare, ti facevano sognare
E parlavano un po' strano (son venuti da lontano)
Ti hanno preso per il cuore e pensavi: "forse è amore".
Nenna ne', ma com'è bello l'amore con te.
Nenna ne', ma com'è bello l'amore con te.
E passò l'americano con le stelle sulla mano
Era bello come un santo e ti ha preso il sentimento
E promesse e cioccolata per l'Italia liberata
Torna l'onda e torna il mare, tu non vuoi più ritornare.
Nenna ne', tu fai l'amore e l'amore dov'è?
Nenna ne', tu fai l'amore e l'amore non c'è.
Eran belli quei signori che venivano da fuori:
Qualche volta fu un inglese, qualche volta fu un francese...
C)Le voci di dentro
Quelquefois
Quand les jours à Naples
Sont des miracles
Pleins de soleil
Quelquefois
Qualche giovane dolce
Come un succo di noce
M'insegna l'italien...
Pe' mme c'o tiempo pass'e va
Pe' mme nun ce sta maje "quelquefois"
Ce sta 'stu "sempe", e che male ca fa

In the Kingdom of Naples (Medley)

A) Poverty and Nobility
Land of sun, land of sky, land of sea,
Land of deadly boredom.
I, full of nostalgia for my Paris,
Am here in Naples, surrounded by barbarians,
And I eat fish,
Cooked without love.
Sometimes,
I, the Prince of Artois,
At the King's behest,
I command in Naples sometimes,
When I have eaten very badly
This fish from barbarians,
Cooked lovelessly.
When I see Paris
Some April day,
I am filled with despair,
But only sometimes...
...And always this sea passes and goes,
And always it returns and sings,
And History passes and goes,
And we stand and watch,
And always, without knowing why,
We have the best sea bass for the King.
We are people of heart,
And the heart does not want to know...
Sometimes,
I take good care of my appearance
And then I get ready,
I write letters sometimes.
Sometimes,
In the streets of his city,
I feel myself dying.
They are savages...
I remember Paris,
To the right and to the left,
Oh, the vol-au-vents, oh, my brioches!
B) The Gold of Naples. Those gentlemen who came from away were beautiful
You who have only seen the sea, they made you dream,
And they spoke a little strangely (they came from afar),
They took your heart and you thought, "Maybe it's love."
Darling, but how wonderful love is with you.
Darling, but how wonderful love is with you.
And the American passed with stars on his hand,
He was as handsome as a saint and he took your feelings,
And promises and chocolate for a liberated Italy,
The wave and the sea return, you don't want to return anymore.
Darling, you make love and where is love?
Darling, you make love and there is no love.
Those gentlemen who came from away were beautiful:
Sometimes it was an Englishman, sometimes it was a Frenchman...
C) The Voices Within
Sometimes,
When the days in Naples
Are miracles,
Full of sunshine,
Sometimes,
Some sweet young woman,
Like a walnut juice,
Teaches me Italian...
For me, years pass and go,
For me, there is never "sometimes,"
There is only this "always," and how bad it is,