Canzone Appassiunata
N'albero piccerillo aggiu piantato
Criscènnolo cu pena e cu sudore
Na ventecata giá mme ll'ha spezzato
E tutte ffronne cágnano culore
Cadute só' giá 'e frutte: E tuttuquante
Erano doce, e se só' fatte amare
Ma 'o core dice: Oje giuvinotto amante
'E ccose amare, tiénele cchiù care
E amara comme si', te voglio bene!
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí
Era commo canario 'nnammurato
Stu core che cantaje matina e sera
Scétate! Io dico e nun vò' stá sceta
E mo, nun canta manco a primmavera!
Chi voglio bene nun mme fa felice
Forse sta 'ncielo destinato e scritto
Ma I' penzo ca nu ditto antico dice
Nun se cummanna a 'o core
E I' mme stó' zitto!
E mme stó' zitto, sí Te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí
Chiagno p'ammore, e cade 'o chianto mio
Dint'a 'sta testa: 'o chianto 'a sta arracquanno
Schiòppa na bella rosa e I', pe' gulio
A chi mm'ha fatto chiagnere nce 'a manno
Lle dico: Rosa mia tu mme perduone
Si te scarpesarrá senza cuscienza
Ce sta nu ditto ca mme dá ragione
Fa' bene e scorda e si faje male penza
Pènzace buono sí Te voglio bene
Te voglio bene e tu mme faje murí
Passionate Song
I planted a little tree
Struggling to grow it with sweat and tears
A gust of wind already broke it
And all the leaves change color
Fruits have already fallen: And all of them
Were sweet, and now they’ve turned bitter
But my heart says: Hey young lover
Hold on to the bitter things, cherish them more
And bitter like you, I love you!
I love you and you make me die
It was like a lovesick canary
This heart that sang morning and night
Wake up! I say and I don’t want to stay awake
And now, it doesn’t even sing in spring!
Those I love don’t make me happy
Maybe it’s destined and written in the sky
But I think an ancient saying goes
You can’t command the heart
And I stay quiet!
And I stay quiet, yes I love you
I love you and you make me die
I cry for love, and my tears fall
Inside this head: the tears are piling up
A beautiful rose blooms and I, for the thrill
To the one who made me cry, I extend my hand
I say: My rose, forgive me
If you walk away without a conscience
There’s a saying that gives me reason
Do good and forget, and if you do wrong, think
Think it over well, yes I love you
I love you and you make me die
Escrita por: E. A. Mário