'A tazza 'e cafe'
Vurría sapé pecché si mme vedite
Facite sempe 'a faccia amariggiata
Ma vuje, quanto cchiù brutta ve facite
Cchiù bella a ll'uocchie mieje v'appresentate
I' mo nun saccio si ve n'accurgite
E cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta
Tazza 'e café parite
Sotto tenite 'o zzuccaro
E 'ncoppa, amara site
Ma i' tanto ch'aggi' 'a girá
E tanto ch'aggi " a vutá
Ca 'o ddoce 'e sott " a tazza
Fin'a 'mmocca mm'ha da arrivá
Cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù v'arrefreddate
'Mméce 'e ve riscaldá. Caffè squisito!
'O bbello è ca, si pure ve gelate
Site 'a delizia d " o ccafé granito
Facenno cuncurrenza â limunata
Ma cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta
Tazza 'e café parite
Sotto tenite 'o zzuccaro
E 'ncoppa, amara site
Ma i' tanto ch'aggi' 'a vutá
E tanto ch'aggi " a girà
Ca 'o ddoce 'e sott " a tazza
Fin'a 'mmocca mm'ha da arrivá
Vuje site 'a mamma d " e rrepassatore
E i', bellezza mia, figlio 'e cartaro
Si vuje ve divertite a cagná core
I' faccio 'e ccarte pe' senza denare
Bella pareglia fóssemo a fá 'ammore!
Ma cu sti mode, oje Bríggeta
Tazza 'e café parite
Sotto tenite 'o zzuccaro
E 'ncoppa, amara site
Ma i' tanto ch'aggi' 'a vutá
E tanto ch'aggi " a girá
Ca 'o ddoce 'e sott " a tazza
Fin'a 'mmocca mm'ha da arrivá
The cup of coffee
I would like to know why you avoid me
You always have a bitter face
But you, the uglier you make yourself
The more beautiful you appear in my eyes
I don't know if you realize it
And with these manners, oh Bríggeta
You look like a cup of coffee
You keep the sugar below
And on top, you are bitter
But as much as I turn around
And as much as I try to turn you
The sweetness at the bottom of the cup
Has to reach my mouth
The more time passes, the colder you get
Let me warm you up. Exquisite coffee!
The beauty is that, even if you freeze
You are the delight of the granita coffee
Competing with the lemonade
But with these manners, oh Bríggeta
You look like a cup of coffee
You keep the sugar below
And on top, you are bitter
But as much as I try to turn you
And as much as I try to turn you around
The sweetness at the bottom of the cup
Has to reach my mouth
You are the mother of the gravedigger
And I, my beauty, am the son of the cardmaker
If you enjoy teasing hearts
I play cards for those without money
What a beautiful couple we would be to make love!
But with these manners, oh Bríggeta
You look like a cup of coffee
You keep the sugar below
And on top, you are bitter
But as much as I try to turn you
And as much as I try to turn you around
The sweetness at the bottom of the cup
Has to reach my mouth
Escrita por: G. Capaldo / V. Fassone