Текст и перевод песни Toquinho - Comme Faccette Mammeta

Comme Faccette 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 'mpastaje 'sta vocca bella
Nun c'e' bisogno 'a zingara
P'addivina' Cunce'
Comme tha 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,
Nce vulette pe' sti ttrezze,
Che, a vasá, nun ce sta prezzo!

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

Comme Faccette Mammeta

When your mother made you
When your mother made you
Do you want to know how she did it?
Do you want to know how she did it?
To knead your beautiful skin
To knead your beautiful skin
Everything she put in it
Everything she put in it
A hundred hooded roses
Mixed in a mortar
Milk and roses, roses and milk
She made you on top of that
There is no need for a gypsy woman
To guess, my darling
How your mother made you
I know better than you.

And to make this beautiful mouth
And to make this beautiful mouth
She didn't use the same dose
She didn't use the same dose
Do you want to know what she put in it?
Do you want to know what she put in it?
Now I will tell you everything
Now I will 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 is no need for a gypsy woman
To guess, my darling
How your mother made you
I know better than you.

And to make those golden braids,
And to make those golden braids...
Your mother became very angry,
Your mother became very angry.

My beautiful, what kind of coin are you?
My beautiful, what kind of coin are you?
Do you want to know what we needed?
Do you want to know what we needed?...

A whole, healthy mine,
All made of filigree,
It took for these braids,
That, when kissed, are priceless!

There is no need for a gypsy woman,
To guess, my darling
How your mother made you,
I know better than you.