Scalinatella

by B. B. King

Scalinatèlla,
longa
longa
longa
longa
Strettulélla
strettulélla,
addó' sta chella
'nnammuratèlla?
Nun spónta ancora...
zuc
zuc
zuc
zuc:
zucculillo
zucculillo,
pe' 'sta viarèlla
scarrupatèlla!
Addó' mme ne vogl'í, t''o ddico...e crídeme...
addó' se ne pò ghí chi è stanco 'e chiágnere?!
Scalinatèlla
saglie
'ncielo
o scinne
a mare
cercammélla
trovammélla,
pòrtame a chella
sciaguratèlla!
Chella s'è 'nnammurata 'e nu pittore
ca pitta Capre e parla furastiero...
e i' porto 'mpiétto nu dulore 'e core
e sento che mm'accide stu penziero!
Scalinatèlla
longa
longa
ecc.
A ghiuorne a ghiuorne parte nu vapore...
A ghiuorne 'ammore mio se vótta a mare!
_
Narrow stairs
long
long
long
long
narrow
narrow
where is she
young lover
she hasn't come out yet
zuc
zuc
zuc
zuc
little clogs
little clogs
along this narrow
and dilapidated street
I would like to go away,
I'm telling you and believe me
where only who is tired of crying can go
narrow stairs
go up to heaven
or go down to the bottom of the sea
look for her
find her
bring her to me
that foolish little girl
She has fallen in love with a painter
who paints Capri and speaks a foreign language
I have heartache in my breast
And I feel this thought has killing me!
Narrow stairs
long
long
long
long
narrow
narrow
where is she
young lover
she hasn't come out yet
zuc
zuc
zuc
zuc
little clogs
little clogs
along this narrow
and dilapidated street
I would like to go away,
I'm telling you and believe me
where only who is tired of crying can go
narrow stairs
go up to heaven
or go down to the bottom of the sea
look for her
find her
bring her to me
that foolish little girl
Shortly will depart a boat
Shortly my love will go away by the sea