Canzone appassionata
N'albero piccerillo aggiu piantato,
criscènnolo cu pena e cu sudore...
Na ventecata giá mme ll'ha spezzato
e tutt''e 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 comm''o canario 'nnammurato,
stu core che cantaje matina e sera...
"Scétate!" - io dico - e nun vò' stá scetato...
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 has already broken it,
and all the leaves are changing color...
The fruits have already fallen: and all of them,
they were sweet, but now they've turned bitter...
But my heart says: "Hey young lover,
the bitter things, hold them even closer..."
And bitter as it is, 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 - but you won’t 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 old saying goes:
"You can’t command the heart." And I stay quiet!...
And I stay quiet, yeah... 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...
I pick a beautiful rose and, for the thrill,
I give it to the one who made me cry.
I say to her: "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 about it well, yeah... I love you...
I love you and you make me die...
Escrita por: E. A. Mário