Текст и перевод песни Sergio Bruni - Storta va’… deritte vene

Storta va’… deritte vene

Te pare 'nu mistero
Ca stongo sempe allero
Da ch'hê saputo ca sto' ruvinato?
Embè, me so' cagnato
Me songo rassignato
Mo penzo sulo a mme
Io curo 'e nierve mieje cu 'sta ricetta
E benedico a chillo ca ll'ha fatta

Storta va... deritta vene
Sempe storta nun po' ghì
Spisso 'o mmale porta 'o bbene
Po' tardà ma ha dda venì
Nun me spostano manco 'e ffemmene
Si minacciano 'e 'nfamità
Nun me piglio cchiù 'n'ombra 'e collera
Quanta felicità. Quanta felicità
Sarrà 'stu sole 'e 'sta città
Sarrà 'stu mare ca sta cca
Sarrà chi 'o ssape che sarrà
Ca tutte 'e guaje me fa scurdà

'O ppuorte scritto 'nfronte
Ca chiagne e te turmiente
'a quando 'a biundulella nun t'aspetta
Io nun 'a desse retta
Facesse 'na vendetta pe farla 'ntussecà
Me mettarria a cantà sott'ô balcone
'stu riturnello a suono 'e mandulino

Nun me spostano manco 'e ffemmene
Si minacciano 'e 'nfamità
Nun me piglio cchiù 'n'ombra 'e collera
Quanta felicità. Quanta felicità
Sarrà 'stu sole 'e 'sta città
Sarrà 'stu mare ca sta cca
Sarrà chi 'o ssape che sarrà
Ca tutte 'e guaje me fa scurdà

The Path Goes Crooked... but Straightens Out

Does it seem like a mystery to you,
That I'm always cheerful now,
Since you heard I'm ruined?
Well, I've changed,
I've resigned myself,
Now I only think about myself.
I take care of my nerves with this recipe,
And I bless the one who made it.

The path goes crooked... but straightens out,
It can't always be crooked.
Often bad things bring good things,
It may be late, but it has to come.
Not even women can move me,
If they threaten with infamy.
I don't get even a shadow of anger anymore,
So much happiness. So much happiness.
It must be this city's sun,
It must be this sea that's here,
Who knows what it is,
That makes me forget all my troubles.

I carry it written on my face,
That crying and tormenting yourself,
Is from when the blonde girl doesn't wait for you.
I shouldn't have listened to her,
If I wanted revenge to make her cough,
I'd start singing under her balcony,
This refrain to the sound of a mandolin.

Not even women can move me,
If they threaten with infamy.
I don't get even a shadow of anger anymore,
So much happiness. So much happiness.
It must be this city's sun,
It must be this sea that's here,
Who knows what it is,
That makes me forget all my troubles.