Massimo Ranieri — Lacreme napulitane song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Lacreme napulitane" by Massimo Ranieri.
Lyrics
Mia cara madre,
sta pe' tras Natale,
e a stЎ luntano cchi№ mme sape amaro…
Comme vurra allummЎ duje o tre biangale…
comme vurra sent nu zampugnaro…
A 'e ninne mieje facitele 'o presebbio
e a tavula mettite 'o piatto mio…
facite, quann' 'a sera d''a Vigilia,
comme si 'mmiez'a vuje stesse pur’io…
Rit.E nce ne costa lacreme st’America
a nuje Napulitane…
Pe' nuje ca ce chiagnimmo 'o cielo 'e Napule,
comm' amaro stu ppane!
Mia cara madre,
che sі', che sі' 'e denare?
Pe' chi se chiagne 'a Patria, nun sі' niente!
Mo tengo quacche dollaro, e mme pare
ca nun sі' stato maje tanto pezzente!
Mme sonno tutt''e nnotte 'a casa mia
e d''e ccriature meje ne sento 'a voce…
ma a vuje ve sonno comm’a na «Maria»…
cu 'e spade 'mpietto, 'nnanz'ґ figlio 'ncroce!
Rit.E nce ne costa lacreme st’America
a nuje Napulitane…
Pe' nuje ca ce chiagnimmo 'o cielo 'e Napule,
comm' amaro stu ppane!
Mm’avite scritto
ch’Assuntulella chiamma
chi ll’ha lassata e sta luntana ancora…
Che v’aggi''a d? Si 'e figlie vІnno 'a mamma,
factela turnЎ chella «signora».
Io no, nun torno… mme ne resto fore
e resto a faticЎ pe' tuttuquante.
I', ch’aggio perzo patria, casa e onore,
i' sі' carne 'e maciello: Sі' emigrante!
Rit.E nce ne costa lacreme st’America
a nuje Napulitane…
Pe' nuje ca ce chiagnimmo 'o cielo 'e Napule,
comm' amaro stu ppane!
(Grazie a Marilisa per questo testo)
Lyrics translation
My dear mother,
stay on the Christmas tree,
e a stY luntano CCHI№ mme sape amaro…
As Vurra allummY duje O Tre biangale…
as Vurra sent naked zampugnaro…
A 'E ninne mieje facitele' O presebbio
and at tavula put ' O Plate my…
facite, quann '' at Eve evening,
comme si'miez'a vuje stere Pur'i…
Rit.And it costs us the creme St'america
a Nuje Napulitane…
On 'nuje like what chiagnimmo' O cielo ' E Napule,
comm ' amaro Stu ppane!
My dear mother,
what is it, what is it and denare?
Who knows what's happening in the country, ain't nothing!
Mo tengo quacche dollar, e mme pare
ca nun has been such a nasty maje!
Mrs. sleep tutt "and nnight' to my house
and D " E ccriature meje heard a voice…
but to vuje ve sleep as na " Maria»…
my little sword, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son, my little son.
Rit.And it costs us the creme St'america
a Nuje Napulitane…
On 'nuje like what chiagnimmo' O cielo ' E Napule,
comm ' amaro Stu ppane!
Mm'avite written
Ch'assuntulella chiamma
who has weary her and is still luntana…
What's wrong with you? Yeah, and daughters came to mom.,
make it turnY chella " Ma'am."
I'm not, I'm not coming back...
and I'm staying at faticY for all of us.
I', Ch'aggio perzo homeland, home and honor,
I ' Yes 'meat' and maciello: yes ' emigrant!
Rit.And it costs us the creme St'america
a Nuje Napulitane…
On 'nuje like what chiagnimmo' O cielo ' E Napule,
comm ' amaro Stu ppane!
(Thanks to Marilisa for this text)