Luna rossa
Museca: Antonio Vian,
Vierze: Vincenzo De Crescenzo.
Anno: 1950
Red moon
Music: Antonio Vian,
Lyrics: Vincenzo De Crescenzo.
Year: 1950
Vaco, distrattamente, abbandunato,
Ll'uocchie sott' ô cappiello annascunnute,
Mmane 'int' â sacca
E bavero ajzato.
Vaco fiscann'a 'e stelle ca sò asciute.
E 'a luna rossa me parla 'e te,
Io lle domando si aspiette a me,
E me risponne: "Si 'o vvuò sapè,
Ccà nun ce sta nisciuna!"
E i' chiammo 'o nomme pe' te vedè,
Ma tutt' 'a gente, ca parla 'e te,
Risponne: "È tarde: che vuò sapè?
Ccà nun ce sta nisciuna!"
Luna rossa,
Chi me sarrà sincera?
Luna rossa,
Se n'è ghiuta ll'ata sera
Senza me vedè.
E io dico ancora ca aspetta a me
For' 'o balcone stanotte ê ttre
E prega 'e sante pe' me vedè.
Ma nun ce sta nisciuna.
Mille e cchiù appuntamente aggio tenuto,
Tante e cchiù sigarette aggio appicciato,
Tanta tazze 'e ccafé mme sò bevuto,
Mille vucchelle amare aggio vasato.
E 'a luna rossa me parla 'e te,
Io lle domando si aspiette a me,
E me risponne: "Si 'o vvuò sapè,
Ccà nun ce sta nisciuna!"
E i' chiammo 'o nomme pe' te vedè,
Ma tutt' 'a gente, ca parla 'e te,
Risponne: "È tarde: che vuò sapè?
Ccà nun ce sta nisciuna!"
Luna rossa,
Chi me sarrà sincera?
Luna rossa,
Se n'è ghiuta ll'ata sera
Senza me vedè.
I go, abandoned and bewildered,
My eyes are hidden under the brim of my hat,
My hands are in my pockets
And the collar is turned up.
I whistle to the rising stars.
And the red moon talks to me about you,
I ask it if you wait for me
And it answers me: "If you want to know
There's no one here!"
And I scream your name to see you,
But the people, talking about you,
Answer me: "It's late: what do you want?
There's no one here!"
Red moon,
Who will be honest with me?
Red moon,
She has gone yesterday evening
Without even seeing me.
But I keep telling that she waits for me
Tonight on her balcony at three o'clock
And she prays to the saints to see me.
But there's no one here.
I have had more than thousand dates,
How many cigarettes I have smoked,
How many cups of coffee I have drunk,
I have kissed thousand bitter lips.
And the red moon talks to me about you,
I ask it if you wait for me
And it answers me: "If you want to know
There's no one here!"
And I scream your name to see you,
But the people, talking about you,
Answer me: "It's late: what do you want?
There's no one here!"
Red moon,
Who will be honest with me?
Red moon,
She has gone yesterday evening
Without even seeing me.