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Empty

You up and left
You went to Kaká’s
You treated me with disdain
And diminished me
 
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and the cat
And an empty pan
 
When I got home
I knocked and knocked and knocked
But there was nothing in the house
Just tea and incense
A portrait and my guitar
And an empty pan
 
Come, but come and don’t go
I’ll fix what I did wrong and make it beautiful
Just like it was before, everything will be alright
 

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Holi

Haa..aa
the arrived in my beloved's country
the Holi Fest arrived in my beloved's country.
 
My stubborn beloved Lord
plays Holi with saffron1,
my stubborn beloved Lord Krishna
plays Holi with saffron.
 
Aa...
Lord plays Holi,
Lord Shiva plays Holi,
Lord plays Holi.
 
Lord Ganesha plays Holi
the Holy Fest arrived in my beloved's country
the Holy Fest arrived in my beloved's country.
 
  • 1. instead of throwing colored power, he throws saffron instead.
  • No utilicen mis traducciones sin crédito o permiso. — Don't use my translations without credit or permission.

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  • Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation).

Let's Sit Down Here, My Dearest...

Let's sit down here, my dearest,
Look and see how much I care.
I will listen to the  tempest
Under your submissive stare.
 
All this golden vegetation
And this  fair lock of hair,-
They have come just  like salvation
Of the loafer free of care.
 
Long ago I left my village
With the blooming fields and thicket,
Tempted by the city image
And the life of fame, so wicked.
 
So I buried in oblivion
Orchard,  summer I enjoyed
Where I, to the frogs' singing,
Raised myself to be a poet.
 
Autumn with the golden branches...
Maple, lime-trees, taking pleasure,
Stick their twigs inside, like clutches,
Searching for someone they treasure.
 
They are gone, our dear losses,
In the homely yard the crescent
Marks with beams of light on crosses
That we'll join them in the basement.
 
Going  trough  the troubles wholly
We shall go like this to welkin.
All the winding  roads are only
For the living beings welcome.
 
Come, sit down here, my dearest,  
Let me look into your face.
I will listen to the  tempest
Under your submissive gaze.
 
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I bought the caccavella

I bought the caccavella 1
I bought the caccavella
the caccavella.
For the love of my darling
for the love of my darling,
of my darling.
If the moon looks at me and dances
with that face of short pastry,
of shortcrust pastry.
I do not even care about that
I sing this little serenade
to my beloved one.
 
Tell me, tell me, who gave birth to you,
who committed this crime.
I'm cooked, I'm overcooked,
I give you the fried fish eye,
So even at night, in my bed,
I'm turning, jumping and shooting.
I commit myself, for you.
My word of honor.
My word of honor.
 
I went to the priest
I went to the priest.
I confessed him
that, because of my darling,
I take it out on the caccavella,
on the caccavella.
The good priest answered to me:
'You, brother, you are ruined,
you are in troubles.
In love, you need patience,
you must do penance.
Three days without '.
 
Tell me, tell me who gave birth to you,
For you I am always afflicted,
Your dress, which was tight,
is now wider than a coat...2
 
Give me, give me a little kiss,
as a biscuit,
I chew your lipstick color
My word of honor.
My word of honor.
 
For this love, I am doing all,
I'm a thief and a policeman
I'm a fool or a scoundrel,
I take the numbers for the Lotto.
 
I get the mange and I scratch myself,
I grow my goatee,
I walk around with a cat,
I dance the samba with my head below.
 
If you cheat on me,
if they call me turd
I am Cornelius 3 and I'm silent,
Carlo Mazza, 4 and I don't give a fuck.
 
We get married with a pact,
that if a little child is born
I grow him, and I give him milk.
My word of honor.
My word of honor.
My word of honor.
 
  • 1. typical Neapolitan musical instrument
  • 2. the girl is pregnant
  • 3. cuckold
  • 4. character played by Nino Taranto on the stage at the theater, and in a movie. He was betrayed by the girl who he was fell for.
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My Little Dream Girl

You do not have a red mouth
You do not have charcoal black eyes
You do not have painted nails, you're natural
Your palace is your room
Your Christmas is December
When the nights are long
And when we live in heaven
 
My little dream girl
Even if you do not want, I'll take you away
 
I will take your laces
Your swallow's belly
That I will caress until morning
When I make my fortune
I will pay you the moon
And even all the stars of the sky
 
My little dream girl
Even if you do not want, I'll take you away
 
I have nothing to give you
But I can invent everything
I can even make you a child
I am an entertainer
Who makes fun of banks
My wealth is my songs and it's you
 
My little dream girl
Even if you do not want, I take you away
My little dream girl
Even if you do not want, I take you away
 
You do not have a red mouth
You do not have black charcoal eyes
You do not have painted nails, you're natural
Your palace is your room
Your Christmas is December
When the nights are long
And when we live in heaven
 
My little dream girl
Even if you do not want, I'll take you away