Текст и перевод песни Tito Schipa - Era De Maggio

Era De Maggio

Era de maggio e te cadeano nzino
A schiocche a schiocche li ccerase rosse,
Fresca era ll'aria e tutto lu ciardino
Addurava de rose a ciente passe.

Era de maggio; io, no, nun me ne scordo,
Na canzona cantàvemo a doie voce;
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù me n'allicordo,
Fresca era ll'aria e la canzona doce.

E diceva: Core, core!
Core mio, luntano vaie;
Tu me lasse e io conto ll'ore,
Chi sa quanno turnarraie!

Rispunneva io: Turnarraggio
Quanno tornano li rrose,
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stonco ccà
Si stu sciore torna a maggio,
Pure a maggio io stonco ccà.

E so' turnato, e mo, comm'a na vota,
Cantammo nzieme lu mutivo antico;
Passa lu tiempo e lu munno s'avota,
Ma ammore vero, no, nun vota vico.

De te, bellezza mia, m'annammuraie,
Si t'allicuorde, nnanze a la funtana:
Ll'acqua llà dinto nun se secca maie,
E ferite d'ammore nun se sana.

Nun se sana; ca sanata?
Si se fosse, gioia mia,
Mmiezo a st'aria mbarzamata
A guardarte io nu' starria!

E te dico: Core, core!
Core mio, turnato io so',
Torna maggio e torna ammore,
Fa de me chello che buo'
Torna maggio e torna ammore,
Fa de me chello che buo'!.

It Was May

It was May and cherry-like rain falls into
clusters of red cherries,
The air was fresh and all the garden
smelt of roses at a hundred paces.

It was May; I, no, I will never forget it,
We sang a song in two voices;
The more time passes, the more I remember it,
Fresh was the air and the song sweet.

And it said: Heart, heart!
My heart, you go far away;
You leave me and I count the hours,
Who knows when you will return!

I replied: I will return
When the roses return,
If this flower returns in May,
In May I will be waiting for you here
If this flower returns in May,
In May I will be waiting for you here.

And I have returned, and now, just like in that moment,
We sing together the antique melody;
Time passes and the world turns,
But true love, no, it does not change direction.

In you, my beauty, I fell in love,
If you remember, in front of the fountain:
The water in there never dries
and the wounds of love are never healed.

They are not healed; what is healed?
If they were, my joy,
In the middle of this fragrant air
I would not be able to gaze at you!

And I tell you: Heart, heart!
My heart, I have returned,
May returns and love returns,
Do what you will with me
May returns and love returns,
Do what you will with me!