Текст и перевод песни Toquinho - Come Facette Mammeta

Come Facette Mammeta

Quanno mammeta t′ha fatta
Quanno mammeta t'ha fatta
Vuo′ sape' comme facette
Vuo' sape′ comme facette

Pe′ mpasta' sti carne belle
Pe′ mpasta' sti carne belle
Tutto chello che mettette
Tutto chello che mettette

Ciento rose n′cappucciate
Dint'a martula mmiscate
Latte e rose, rose e latte
Te facette ′ncoppa 'o fatto

Nun c'e′ bisogno ′a zingara
P'addivina′ cunce'
Comme t′ha fatto mammeta
'O saccio meglio e te

E pe′ fa' sta vocca bella
E pe' fa′ sta vocca bella
Nun servette ′a stessa ddosa
Nun servette 'a stessa ddosa

Vuo′ sape' che ′nce mettette
Vuo' sape′ che 'nce mettette
Mo' te dico tutto cosa
Mo′ te dico tutto cosa

Nu panaro chino chino
Tutt′e fravule 'e ciardino
Mele, zucchero e cannella
Te ′mpastaie sta vocca bella

Nun c'e′ bisogno 'a zingara
P′addivina' cunce'
Comme t′ha fatto mammeta
′O saccio meglio e te

E pe fá sti ttrezze d'oro
E pe fá sti ttrezze d′oro
Mamma toja s'appezzentette
Mamma toja s′appezzentette

Bella mia, tu qua' muneta
Bella mia, tu qua′ muneta
Vuó sapé che nce servette
Vuó sapé che nce servette

Na miniera sana sana
Tutta fatta a filagrana
Che vulette pe sti ttrezze
A vasá, nun ce sta prezzo

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P′andiviná, Cuncè′
Comme t'ha fatto mammeta
O ssaccio meglio ′e te

Come Facette Mammeta

When your mother made you
When your mother made you
Do you want to know how she did it?
You want to know how she did it?

To knead this beautiful flesh
To knead this beautiful flesh
Everything that she put in it
Everything that she put in it

One hundred hooded roses
Mixed into the mortar
Milk and roses, roses and milk
She made you on top of the fatto

There's no need for a gypsy woman
To guess your recipe
How your mother made you
I know it better than you

And to make this beautiful mouth
And to make this beautiful mouth
The same dose would not work
The same dose would not work

Do you want to know what she put in it?
You want to know what she put in it?
Now I'll tell you everything
Now I'll tell you everything

A basket full to the brim
All the strawberries in the garden
Apples, sugar and cinnamon
She kneaded you this beautiful mouth

There's no need for a gypsy woman
To guess your recipe
How your mother made you
I know it better than you

And to make these golden braids
And to make these golden braids
Your mother prayed
Your mother prayed

My beautiful one, you have such charm
My beautiful one, you have such charm
Do you want to know what we needed?
Do you want to know what we needed?

A healthy mine
All made of filigree
What do you want for these braids?
To kiss them, there is no price

There is no need for a gypsy woman
To guess, Cuncè)
How your mother made you
I know it better than you