Nicola Arigliano — Bombolo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bombolo" by Nicola Arigliano.
Lyrics
Era il pi ammirato nei saloni
Per le strane dimensioni.
Si credeva l’uomo pi elegante,
Pi galante, nel suo dir.
Sempre tutto quanto impomatato,
Ricercato nel vestir.
E portava un abito a quadretti,
I baffetti di Charlot.
Era alto cos,
Era grosso cos
Lo chiamavan Bombolo.
Si prov di ballar,
Cominci a traballar
Fece un capitombolo.
Ruzzol di qua,
Rimbalz di l Come fa una palla
Per destin fatal,
Cadde in un canal
Ma rimase a galla.
Pei suoi piccoli pi,
Pel suo grande gilet
Lo chiamavan Bombolo
E pensavano: «Ahim,
Chiss mai cosa c'
Sotto quel gilet?»
Poi ne combin da sbalordire
Quando volle dimagrire.
Un dottor gli ordin per cura,
Acqua pura, niente pi.
Lui per far la cura pi intensiva
Ne inghiottiva tutto il d.
E cos nel mentre si curava,
Si gonfiava sempre pi.
Era alto cos,
Era grosso cos,
Lo chiamavan Bombolo.
Si prov di ballar,
Cominci a traballar,
Fece un capitombolo.
Ruzzol di qua,
Rimbalz di l Come fa una palla.
Per destin fatal,
Cadde in un canal
Ma rimase a galla.
Pei suoi piccoli pi,
Pel suo grande gilet,
Lo chiamavan Bombolo.
E pensavano: «Ahim,
Chiss mai cosa c'
Sotto a quel gilet.»
Era alto cos,
Grosso cos,
E chi era… Bombolo!
Lyrics translation
He was the most admired in the salons
For the strange size.
He believed himself to be the most elegant man,
More gallant, in his dir.
Always everything impomatado,
Wanted in the dressing room.
And she wore a checkered dress,
Charlot's mustache.
It was high cos,
It was big cos
They called it a cylinder.
You prov of ballar,
You start to wobble
He capsized.
Ruzzol this way,
L bounce like a ball does
For fatal destiny,
Fell into a canal
But it stayed afloat.
Pei its little pi,
Pel her big vest
They called it a cylinder.
And they thought, " Ahim,
Who ever knows what's going on?
Under that vest?»
Then we combine to amaze
When he wanted to lose weight.
A doctor orders him for treatment,
Pure water, nothing more.
Him to make the most intensive care
He swallowed all the d's.
And so in the meantime he was healing,
It was getting bigger and bigger.
It was high cos,
It was big cos,
They called it a cylinder.
You prov of ballar,
You start to wobble,
He capsized.
Ruzzol this way,
L bounce like a ball does.
For fatal destiny,
Fell into a canal
But it stayed afloat.
Pei its little pi,
Pel her big vest,
They called it a cylinder.
And they thought, " Ahim,
Who ever knows what's going on?
Under that vest.»
It was high cos,
Thick cos,
And who was... cylinder!