Simmo E Napule Paisa
Tarantella, facennoce 'e cunte,
nun vale cchiù a niente
'o ppassato a penzá...
Quanno nun ce stanno 'e tramme,
na carrozza è sempe pronta
n'ata a ll'angolo sta giá:
Caccia oje nénna 'o crespo giallo,
miette 'a vesta cchiù carella,
(...cu na rosa 'int' 'e capille,
saje che 'mmidia 'ncuoll' a me...)
Tarantella, facènnoce 'e cunte,
nun vale cchiù a niente
"'o ppeccomme e 'o ppecché..."
Basta ca ce sta 'o sole,
ca c'è rimasto 'o mare,
na nénna a core a core,
na canzone pe' cantá...
Chi ha avuto, ha avuto, ha avuto...
chi ha dato, ha dato, ha dato...
scurdámmoce 'o ppassato,
simmo 'e Napule paisá!...
Tarantella, stu munno è na rota:
chi saglie 'a sagliuta,
chi sta pe' cadé!
Dice buono 'o mutto antico:
Ccá se scontano 'e peccate...
ogge a te...dimane a me!
Io, nu poco fatto a vino,
penzo ô mmale e penzo ô bbene...
ma 'sta vocca curallina
cerca 'a mia pe' s''a vasá!
Tarantella, si 'o munno è na rota,
pigliammo 'o minuto
che sta pe' passá...
Basta ca ce sta 'o sole.....
- lenta-
Tarantella, 'o cucchiere è n'amico:
Nun 'ngarra cchiù 'o vico
addó mm'ha da purtá...
Mo redenno e mo cantanno,
s'è scurdato 'o coprifuoco,
vò' surtanto cammená...
Quanno sta a Santa Lucia,
"Signurí', - nce dice a nuje -
ccá nce steva 'a casa mia,
só' rimasto surtant'i'..."
E chiagnenno, chiagnenno, s'avvía...
...ma po', 'a nustalgía,
fa priesto a ferní...
- accelerando -
Basta ca ce sta 'o sole.....
We're from Naples, Buddy
Tarantella, counting our blessings,
no longer means a thing
thinking of the past...
When there are no trams,
a carriage is always ready
another one’s waiting just around the corner:
Catch it, babe, the yellow curls,
put on your best dress,
(...with a rose in your hair,
you know it drives me wild...)
Tarantella, counting our blessings,
no longer means a thing
"the why and the how..."
As long as the sun is shining,
as long as the sea is here,
a girl heart to heart,
a song to sing...
Whoever had, had, had...
whoever gave, gave, gave...
let’s forget the past,
we're from Naples, buddy!...
Tarantella, this world is a wheel:
who's up is rising,
who's down is about to fall!
The old saying goes:
Here, sins are settled...
today for you...tomorrow for me!
I, a little tipsy from wine,
think of the bad and think of the good...
but this sweet mouth
is looking for mine to kiss!
Tarantella, if the world is a wheel,
let’s grab the moment
that’s about to pass...
As long as the sun is shining.....
- slow -
Tarantella, the spoon is a friend:
Don’t get lost in the alley
where it’s supposed to take me...
Now singing and dancing,
the curfew is forgotten,
I just want to walk...
When we’re at Santa Lucia,
"Lord," - it tells us -
this is where my home was,
I’m left all alone..."
And crying, crying, it moves on...
...but then, nostalgia,
quickly comes to an end...
- speeding up -
As long as the sun is shining.....