Chi cazzo m''o ffa fa [English translation]

Every time I hear this song

I feel like a teen mad1 about you

I'm going with these hands in my pants' [pockets]

I feel a whack upside my and then a friend says to me:

Hey, look at this ass passing by

Hey, look at this heartbroken heart

[You're] always in love, in love with that one.

Hey, look it's raining and [this feeling] doesn't go away

Hey, if only this torment would go away...

It does give me no break2

Hey, look at this munter.

Hey, who knows where she is now

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

[You never stop] talking, you are like a lawyer.

Tonight you're back, tomorrow you go away:

As time goes by you gradually became a feminist

And to whom I shall give it? You never make love [with me]!

Hey, look at this ass passing by

Hey, look at this heartbroken heart

[You're] always in love, you're lost to that one.

Hey, what a bad morning

Hey, I sing and I feel so distant from you:

You can't even sing a song under the Moon anymore.

Hey, If I were a wittol...

Hey, If I were the other way inclined3...

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

Every time I hear this song

[Who] is not Neapolitan [and] liar like you

[I think] there are people who have no means of feeding themselves

But [who], as the moon rises, start singing.

Hey, look at this ass passing by

Hey, look at this heartbroken heart

[You're] always in love, in love with that one.

Hey, look it's raining and [this feeling] doesn't go away

Hey, if only this torment would go away...

It does give me no break2

Hey, look at this munter.

Hey, who knows where she is now

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

Hey, look at this ass passing by

Hey, look at this heartbroken heart

[You're] always in love, you're lost to that one.

Hey, what a bad morning

Hey, I sing and I feel so distant from you,

You can't even sing a song under the Moon anymore.

Hey, If I were a wittol...

Hey, If I were the other way inclined3......

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

You're crying, but why the hell am I even bothering?

1. lit. "dying [of love] for"2. a. b. lit. "it doesn't give me a minute to breathe"3. a. b. In the neapolitan "parlesia", Addò va could refer to either an ambiguous person or a (male) homosexual