Renzo Arbore — Scapricciatiello song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Scapricciatiello" by Renzo Arbore.
Lyrics
«Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
si nun vuó' jí 'ngalèra, 'int'a stu mese…»
Comme te ll’aggi''a dí ca nun è cosa?!
Chella nun è pe' te… chella è na 'mpesa!
Che vène a dí ch'è bella cchiù 'e na rosa
si po' te veco 'e chiagnere annascuso?
Lássala, siente a me, ca nun è cosa!
Tu, p''a bionda, si' troppo onesto:
chella è nata pe' ll’ommo 'nzisto…
Alluntánate 'a 'sta «maésta»
ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá…
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse…
T''o ffá credere e po' te lassa:
Te fa perdere 'a libertá!
Tutt''e mmatine, mamma, dint''a cchiesa,
prega, pe' te, 'a Madonna e nun repòsa…
Jett''o curtiello… nun fá 'o smaniuso,
si no tu vaje 'ngalèra e 'a bionda sposa!
curre add''a vecchia, va', cércale scusa!
Tu, p''a bionda, si' troppo onesto:
chella è nata pe' ll’ommo 'nzisto…
Alluntánate 'a 'sta «maésta»
ca te pierde, figlio 'e mammá…
Nun 'o vvide ca te repassa?
Te ciancéa cu ciento mosse…
T''o ffá credere e po' te lassa:
Te fa perdere 'a libertá!
«Scapricciatiellu mio, vatténne â casa
si nun vuó' jí 'ngalèra, 'int'a stu mese!»
Lyrics translation
"My Scapricciatiellu, come home
if you won 'jí' ngalèra, ' int'a Stu mese…»
Comme te L'aggi " a di CA nun is what?!
Chella nun is pe 'te ... chella is na' mpesa!
That comes to say that it is beautiful cchiù ' and NA rosa
yes you veco ' and chiagnere annascuso?
Leave her, feel me, ca nun is what!
You, p "a blonde, yes' too honest:
chella was born PE 'L'ommo' nzisto…
Alluntánate ' a ' Sta " maésta»
it loses you, son and mom…
Don't you see he's passing you over?
I gave you a hundred moves.…
T " o ffá believe and little weary you:
It makes you lose 'in freedom!
All "and mmatine, mom, dint" a cchiesa,
pray, pe' te, ' To Our Lady and nun repòsa…
Jett " O curtiello ... ,
Yes No you vaje ' ngalèra is a blonde bride!
curre add " a vecchia, go, apologize!
You, p "a blonde, yes' too honest:
chella was born PE 'L'ommo' nzisto…
Alluntánate ' a ' Sta " maésta»
it loses you, son and mom…
Don't you see he's passing you over?
I gave you a hundred moves.…
T " o ffá believe and little weary you:
It makes you lose 'in freedom!
"My Scapricciatiellu, come home
if you don't want to go, you'll want to go!»