Beata te... te dormi - Franco Califano

Beata te… te dormi, come fai?

Ar monno nun c’e' donna più 'ncosciente…

Li buffi c’hanno invaso tutta casa

E tu stai lì che dormi, come gnente!

So' già le tre, nun c'è 'n filo de luce

E io nun pijo sonno, nun c’ho pace

E sto a discute sempre cor cuscino, come 'n cretino

Mentre te dormi, dormi e te ne freghi

Nun ce voi ave' problemi, c’hai artro pe la testa:

Tu te voi vestì bene pe anna' giranno co' l’amiche sceme

E l’a ffitto, er telefono, er cane?

La rata dell’armadio a cento ante pe’li vestiti tua?

E la cambiale della Millecento?

Nun ne parlamo proprio, va… va… va…

Nun hai allattato manco er ragazzino

«Me cala er seno — dicevi — ce so' le balie»

…e già, io penso a tutte quante le rotture e tu?

Tu a le smajature!

Ah, t’ho svejata, t’ho rovinato proprio er primo sonno

Me perdoni, signora, se ho tossito

Me scusi tanto se l’ho disturbata

Ma va' a morì ammazzata!

Blessed are you ... you sleep, how do you do it?

Ar monno there is no woman more unconscious ...

The funny ones have invaded the whole house

And you are there sleeping, like a gnente!

I know three o'clock already, there is no thread of light

And I no longer sleep, I have no peace

And I'm always arguing with the pillow, like an idiot

While you sleep, you sleep and you don't care

You have no problems, you have a bad head:

You you you dressed well for anna 'around with the friendly fool

And the rent, was it a telephone, was it a dog?

The installment of the hundred-door wardrobe for your clothes?

And the bill of exchange of the Millecento?

We don't really talk about it, go ... go ... go ...

You have not even breastfed er little boy

"My breast falls - you said - I know the nurses"

... and yes, I think about all the breakups and you?

You a le smajature!

Ah, I svejata, I ruined you in your first sleep

Forgive me, lady, if I coughed

Excuse me so much if I disturbed you

But go and died killed!