Valeriu Raut
Fri, 19/04/2013 - 06:47
I thank you Robert for a difficult and well done translation.
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Original lyrics
Guaglione
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'mmiez'a 'sta via,
nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù
che pecundría!
Gué piccerí' che vène a dí
'sta gelusia?
Tu vuó' suffrí,
tu vuó' murí,
chi t''o ffá fá...
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
dille tutt''a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!
Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...!
Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
sti mustacciélle...
Nun cerca a te, nun só' pe' te
chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí,
c'è tiempo oje ni',
pe' te 'nguajá!
Chi desidere 'e vasá,
scordatélla, piccerí',
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá,
chisá comme va a ferní...
E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!
Chi desidere 'e vasá,
scordatélla, piccerí',
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá,
chisá comme va a ferní...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!
Chi desidere 'e vasá,
scordatélla, piccerí',
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá,
chisá comme va a ferní...
Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
chi t''o ffá fá!...
Submitted by Valeriu Raut on 2013-02-17
Valeriu Raut on 2013-02-17Last edited by Valeriu Raut on 2018-02-21
Valeriu Raut on 2018-02-21Translation
Kid
You're always there, stuck there,
in the middle of the street.
You no longer eat, no longer sleep.
What melancholy!
Hey, boy, what does it mean,
this jealousy?
You want to suffer.
You want to die.
Who wants you to do it....
Go run to your mother's arms.
Do not be a silly boy,
tell her all the truth.
Your mummy can understand...
You keep on passing by this balcony
but you're only a kid...
You don't know women,
you're too young!
You're a kid!...
What do you have in mind?
Go and play soccer...
What are these tears for? ...
Go away, don't make me laugh!
Run to your mum's arms.
Do not be silly, kid...
Tell her all the truth.
Your mummy can understand...
Do not dye it, do not stroke it,
that thin moustache...
She's not for you, they do not suit you,
those pretty eyes...
Do not think on it, go and play
with the girls...
Don't be discouraged,
there is time to come
for you to get in trouble!
Forget about the one
you wish to kiss, kid,
because if she tells her father,
who knows what will happen...
You keep on passing by this balcony
but you're only a kid...
You don't know women,
you're too young!
You're a kid!...
What do you have in mind?
Go and play soccer...
What are these tears for? ...
Go away, don't make me laugh!
Forget about the one
you wish to kiss, kid,
because if she tells her father,
who knows what will happen...
What are these tears for? ...
Go away, don't make me laugh!
Forget about the one
you wish to kiss, kid,
because if she tells her father,
who knows what will happen...
You're always there, stuck there,
in the middle of the street.
You no longer eat, no longer sleep...
Who wants you to do it....
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robert.tucker.794 on 2013-02-17
robert.tucker.794 on 2013-02-17Added in reply to request by Valeriu Raut
Valeriu Raut Last edited by robert.tucker.794 on 2021-06-19
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