Roberto Vecchioni — Nel Regno Di Napoli song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Nel Regno Di Napoli" by Roberto Vecchioni.
Lyrics
paese di una noia mortale.
io, pieno di nostalgia per la mia Parigi
sono qui, a Napoli, circondato da barbari
e mangio pesce
cucinato senza amore.
Quelquefois
moi, le prince d’Artois
pour le vouloir du roi
comandant à Naples qualquefois
quand j’ai mangé très mal
ce poisson de barbars
cuit sans amour.
En voyant Paris
dans un jour d’avril
je me desepère
mais seulment quelquefois…
…E sempe 'stu mare passa e va
e sempe ce ricon’e canta'
e passa e va la Storia
e nuie stamm' a guarda'
e sempe, senza sape' pecché
tenimm' 'a meglio spigola p’o Re nuie simme gente 'e core
e 'o core nun vo' sape'…
Qulquefois
je fais bien ma toilette
et depuis je m’apprette
j’ecris des lettres quelquefois.
Qualquefois
dans le rues de sa ville
je me sens mourir.
Ceux sont des primitifs…
Je me souviens de Paris
à droite et à gauche
oh, les vol-au-vent, oh, mes brioches!
b) L’oro di Napoli. Eran belli quei signori che venivan da fuori
tu che hai visto solo il mare, ti facevano sognare
e parlavano un po' strano (son venuti da lontano)
ti hanno preso per il cuore e pensavi: «forse è amore».
Nenna ne', ma com'è bello l’amore con te.
Nenna ne', ma com'è bello l’amore con te.
E passò l’americano con le stelle sulla mano
era bello come un santo e ti ha preso il sentimento
e promesse e cioccolata per l’Italia liberata
torna l’onda e torna il mare, tu non vuoi più ritornare.
Nenna ne', tu fai l’amore e l’amore dov'è?
Nenna ne', tu fai l’amore e l’amore non c'è.
Eran belli quei signori che venivano da fuori:
qualche volta fu un inglese, qualche volta fu un francese…
c) Le voci di dentro
Quelquefois
quand les jours à Naples
sont des miracles
pleins de soleil
quelquefois
qualche giovane dolce
come un succo di noce
m’insegna l’italien…
Pe' mme c’o tiempo pass’e va pe' mme nun ce sta maje «quelquefois»
ce sta 'stu «sempe», e che male ca fa
Lyrics translation
country of mortal boredom.
I, full of nostalgia for my Paris
I'm here, in Naples, surrounded by barbarians
and I eat fish
cooked without love.
Sometimes
me, the prince of Artois
to the King's will
commander in Naples sometimes
when I ate very badly
this fish of barbarians
cooked without love.
Seeing Paris
in an April day
I'm sorry.
but only sometimes…
... And always Stu mare passes and goes
and sempe sings back to us
and history passes and goes
and nuie stamm 'a guarda'
and sempe, without knowing sin
tenimm ''better bass P'o Re nuie simme folks' and core
it's O core nun Vo'sape'…
Sometimes
I do my toilet well
and ever since I'm getting ready
I write letters sometimes.
Sometimes
on the streets of his city
I feel like I'm dying.
Those are primitive…
I remember Paris
right and left
Oh, fly-to-the-wind, Oh, my buns!
b) the Gold of Naples. They were beautiful those gentlemen who came from outside
you who only saw the sea, made you dream
and they talked a little strange (they came from afar)
they took you by the heart and you thought, " maybe it's love."
Nenna Nor, but how beautiful is love with you.
Nenna Nor, but how beautiful is love with you.
And passed the American with the stars on his hand
he was beautiful as a saint and took your feeling
and promises and chocolate for liberated Italy
return the wave and return the sea, you do not want to return.
Nenna ne, you make love, and Where Is Love?
Nenna nor, you make love and love is not there.
They were beautiful those gentlemen who came from outside:
sometimes he was an Englishman, sometimes he was a Frenchman…
c) inside entries
Sometimes
when the days in Naples
are miracles
full of sunshine
sometimes
some sweet young lady
as a walnut juice
I taught myself Italian…
Pe 'mme C'o tiempo pass'e va pe' mme nun ce sta maje ' sometimes»
stu "sempe" is here, and what a pain it does