Translation of the song Ngopp a lun artist Rocco Hunt

Neapolitan

Ngopp a lun

English translation

On the Moon

Amo’ vien cu mme

My lov come with me

Te port ngopp’ a Luna

I’ll bring you on the moon

Addo nient ce tocca

Where nothing touch us

E nun po’ vedè nisciuno

And no one can see us

Nguoll’ a me hann ritt’

About me they were sayin

Ca pe tte nun so’ buon

I wasn’t good for you

Vonn ca’ staje buon ma mai meglio ‘e loro

They want you to be good but not better than them

Chillu criaturo ca’ scriveva ‘e poesie dint’ o Bus

That boy that was writing poetry on the bus

Mmo’ sta cuntann nu milion e nun parl de views

Now is counting a million and I ain’t talking ‘bout views

E si sta robb fness pecchè Nun c prov cchiu gust’

And if this thing would it end because I don’t like it anymore

Vogl murì affianc a ess fors è a’ cosa chiu giust

I wanna die next to her maybe the most right thing

Pecche me rat nu nom quand parlav co mur

Because you gave a name when I was talking to the wall

Pecche me rat na cas pe da a campá nu criatur

Because you gave me a house to grow up a kid

Me fat crescer ambress

You made grow up fast

E o’ prezz è ca nun so’ chiu o’ stess

And the price is that I’m not the same

Perciò ccu te me confido comm fuss’ nu diario

Than with you I confide like you’re a diary

Addo ce scrivo ‘e cos belle e a’ vot tremmen e man

Where I write the nice things and sometimes hands tremble

Po’ ce stann cert juorn aro me sento nu zero

Than there is some days where I feel a zero

Pure quand te realizz’ nun canciell’ A Favelas

Even when you get realised you don’t delete the Favela

Amo’ vien cu mme

My lov come with me

Te port ngopp’ a Luna

I’ll bring you on the moon

Addo nient ce tocca

Where nothing touch us

E nun po’ vedè nisciuno

And no one can see us

Nguoll’ a me hann ritt’

About me they were sayin

Ca pe tte nun so’ buon

I wasn’t good for you

Vonn ca’ staje buon ma mai meglio ‘e loro

They want you to be good but not better than them

Chillu criaturo ca’ scriveva ‘e poesie dint’ o Bus

That boy that was writing poetry on the bus

Mmo’ sta cuntann nu milion e nun parl de views

Now is counting a million and I ain’t talking ‘bout views

E si sta robb fness pecchè Nun c prov cchiu gust’

And if this thing would it end because I don’t like it anymore

Vogl murì affianc a ess fors è a’ cosa chiu giust

I wanna die next to her maybe the most right thing

Staser o ciel è che stel e piglm p man

Tonight the sky and the star and take my hand

E s m vuo ben over nun ascptá riman

And if you really love me don’t wait tomorrow

Perché quand nun c staij s ferm semp o cor

Because when you not here it always stop the heart

Scus s nun c prov

Sorry if I don’t try

Pur s c mor

Even if it dies

Voglij suná ancor com quand er criatur

Wanna play again like when I was kid

Che spran rind e jeans e nammurá e niscun

With hopes in the jeans and fall in love for nobody

Sim crisciut assiem t sacc ra criatur

We grow up together I know you since we were kids

E zitt zitt ric

And softly softly you say

Amo’ vien cu mme

My lov come with me

Te port ngopp’ a Luna

I’ll bring you on the moon

Addo nient ce tocca

Where nothing touch us

E nun po’ vedè nisciuno

And no one can see us

Nguoll’ a me hann ritt’

About me they were sayin

Ca pe tte nun so’ buon

I wasn’t good for you

Vonn ca’ staje buon ma mai meglio ‘e loro

They want you to be good but not better than them

Chillu criaturo ca’ scriveva ‘e poesie dint’ o Bus

That boy that was writing poetry on the bus

Mmo’ sta cuntann nu milion e nun parl de views

Now is counting a million and I ain’t talking ‘bout views

E si sta robb fness pecchè Nun c prov cchiu gust’

And if this thing would it end because I don’t like it anymore

Vogl murì affianc a ess fors è a’ cosa chiu giust

I wanna die next to her maybe the most right thing

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