Louis Prima - Angelina/Zooma Zooma (1944) | Текст песни

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• Angelina/Zooma Zooma (1944)

I eat antipasta twice
Just because she is so nice
Angelina
Angelina
The waitress at the pizzeria

I eat zuppa and minestrone
Just to be with her alone
Angelina
Angelina
The waitress at the pizzeria

Ti voglio bene
Angelina I adore you
Ti voglio bene
Angelina I live for you
E un passione
You have set my heart on fire
But Angelina
Never listens to my song

I eat antipasta twice
Just because she is so nice
Angelina
Angelina
The waitress at the pizzeria

If she'll be a my cara mia
Then I'll join in matrimony
With a girl who serves spumoni
And Angelina will be mine

C'e' la luna 'n mezzo 'u mare
Mamma mia me maritari
Figghia mia a cu te dari?
Mamma mia pensaci tu
Si ci dugnu li musicanti
iddu va, iddu veni
sempre lu strumento ne manu teni
Si ci pigghia 'a fantasia
lu strumento a figghia mia

O mamma, zooma zooma baccala
O mamma, zooma zooma baccala
o mamma, zooma zooma baccala
zooma zooma zooma zooma
zooma baccala

C'e' la luna 'n mezzo 'u mare
Mamma mia me maritari
Figghia mia a cu te dari?
Mamma mia pensaci tu
Si ci dugnu pisciaiolu
iddu va, iddu veni
sempre baccala ne manu teni
Si ci pigghia 'a fantasia
baccala a figghia mia

O mamma...

Translation:

The moon lies in the middle of the sea
Oh mother, I've got to get married
Daughter, who am I going to give you to?
Mother, you think about it

If I give you to the fisherman
He goes, he comes,
He's always holding his fish in his hands
If the fancy ever takes him
He'll "fish" you, my daughter

refrain

The moon lies in the middle of the sea
Oh mother, I've got to get married
Daughter, who am I going to give you to?
Mother, you think about it

If I give you to the gardener
He goes, he comes
He's always holding his "sword" in his hands
If the fancy ever takes him
He'll "sword" you, my daughter

refrain

The moon lies in the middle of the sea
Oh mother, I've got to get married
Daughter, who am I going to give you to?
Mother, you think about it

If I give you to the barber
He comes, he goes
He's always holding his "razor" in his hands
If the fancy ever takes him
He'll "razor" you, my daughter

refrain

The moon lies in the middle of the sea
Oh mother, I've got to get married
Daughter, who am I going to give you to?
Mother, you think about it

If I give you to the bricklayer
He comes, he goes
He's always holding his "trowel" in his hands
If the fancy ever takes him
He'll "trowel" you, my daughter

refrain

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