Massimo Ranieri "Lazzarella" lyrics

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Lazzarella

Cu 'e libbre sotto vraccioe 'a camicetta a fiore blu,vuó' fá 'a signurenella'nnanz'â scola pure tu...Te piglie 'a sigarettaquannaccatte pe' papá.Te miette giá 'o rrussettocomme vide 'e fá a mammá...Lazzarè!...

Ma, Lazzarella, comme si,tu a me mme piace sempe 'e cchiù.E vengo apposta pe' to ddí,vicino â scola do Gesù...Tu invece mme rispunne: "Eggiá,io devo retta proprio a te...Pe' me ll'ammore pó aspettá,che n'aggi'a fá?...nun fa pe' me!..."

Ah, Lazzarella,ventata 'e primmavera!Quanno passe tutte mmatine,giá te spiecchie dint'e vvetrine,sulo nu cumplimento te fa avvampá...Ma, Lazzarella, comme si,tu nun mme pienze proprio a me.E ride pe' mmo ffá capíca perdo 'o tiempo appriess'a te!

Mo vène nu studente'nnanz'â scola do Gesù.Te va sempe cchiù streta'a camicetta a fiore blu...Te piglie quatto schiaffetutt 'e vvote ca papá,te trova nu bigliettoca te scrive chillu llá...Lazzarè!...

Ma, Lazzarella, comme si,ce si' caduta pure tu...Ll'ammore nun te fa mangiáte fa suffrí, te fa penzá...Na sera tu lle dice : "No"Ma si nu vaso te vò dáfaje segno 'e "sí", senza parlá...

Ah, Lazzarella,'o tiempo comme vola:Mo te truove tutte mmatine,chino 'e lacreme stu cuscino,manco na cumpagnella te pò aiutá!Ma, Lazzarella, comme si',te si' cagnata pure tu...E te pripare a di' stu "sí",ma dinta cchiesa do Gesù!

Lazzerella

With the books under your arm,And the blue flowered shirt,You want to play the ladyIn front of the school.Even you smoke a cigarette,When you buy them for you dadYou're already wearing lipstickAs you see your mum doing...Lazzarella!

But Lazzarella, what are you?I like you more and more,And I come just to tell you that,Near the school of Jesus.But you tell me instead: "Yes, sure,I have to listen to you...For me, love can wait,What am I supposed to do? It just doesn't suit me!"

Ah, Lazzerella!Breeze of the springWhen you pass by, every morning,You have to look at yourself on the storefrontsOnly a compliment makes you blush.But Lazzerella, what are you?You don't ever think of meAnd you laugh to make me realizeThat I'm just wasting my time with you!

Now comes a student,In front of the school of Jesus,Your blue flowered shirtIs more and more tight on youAnd you catch itEverytime your fatherFinds a cardWritten to you by that dude over there...Lazzerella!

But Lazzerella, what are you?You fell for it too,Loves doesn't feed youIt makes you suffer, it makes you overthinkOne evening you tell him: "No!"But if he wants to kiss youYou gesture a "yes", without talking

Ah, Lazzerella,Oh, time really flies:Now you find every morningYour pillow filled with tearsNeither one of your friends can help you!But Lazzerella, what are you?You changed as well,And your gettind ready to say "Yes!"Inside the church of Jesus!

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