Comme facette mammeta

( Sing: Luciano Bruno )
( Authors: Capaldo - Gambardella - 1906 )

  • Comme facette mammeta - Luciano Bruno

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Original


Quanno mammeta t'ha fatte
quanno mammeta t'ha fatte.
Vuo' sape' comme facette?
Vuo' sape' comme facette?

Pe' 'mpasta' sti' ccarne belle
pe' 'mpasta' sti' ccarne belle.
Tutto chello ca' mettette?
Tutto chello ca' mettette?

Ciento rose 'ncappucciate
dint' a' martola 'mmiscate.
Latte e rrose, rrose e latte
te facette 'ncopp' 'o fatte.

Nun c'e' bisogno 'a zingara
p' 'addivina' Cunce',
comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'o saccio meglio 'e te.

Quanno mammeta t'ha fatte
quanno mammeta t'ha fatte.
Vuo' sape' comme facette?
Vuo' sape' comme facette?

Pe' te fa sta vocca bella
pe' te fa sta vocca bella,
nun servette 'a stessa addosa
nun servatte 'a stessa addosa.

'Nu panaro chino chino
chino 'e fravule 'e ciardino,
mele, zucchero e cannella
te 'mpastaie sta vocca bella.

Nun c'e' bisogno 'a zingara
p' 'addivina' Cunce',
comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'o saccio meglio 'e te.

Ciento rose 'ncappucciate
dint' a' martola 'mmiscate,
latte e rrose, rrose e latte
te facette 'ncopp' 'o fatte.

Nun c'e' bisogno 'a zingara
p' 'addivina' Cunce',
comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'o saccio meglio 'e te.

Translation


When your mother made you,
when your mother made you.
Do you know what she did?
do you know what she did?

To knead this nice flesh,
to knead this nice flesh.
What did she put in it?
what did she put in it?

A hundred rosebuds
She mixed with a mortar
Milk and roses, roses and milk
She whisked you up in the blink of an eye!

It doesn't need a gypsy
To figure it out, Cunce'
Just how mother made you
I know better than you!

When your mother made you,
when your mother made you.
Do you know what she did?
do you know what she did?

And to make that lovely mouth,
and to make that lovely mouth.
did not serve the same dose,
did not serve the same dose.

A basket filled to the brim
With all the strawberries from the garden
Apples, sugar and cinnamon
To make that lovely mouth.

It doesn't take a gypsy
To figure it out, Cunce'
Just how mother made you
I know better than you.

A hundred rosebuds
She mixed with a mortar
Milk and roses, roses and milk
She whisked you up in the blink of an eye!

It doesn't take a gypsy
To figure it out, Cunce'
Just how mother made you
I know better than you!

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