Pecchè?
Gaetano Pennino Lyrics
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addó' primma cantave pure tu...
E sento pure 'a voce 'e n'ata amica
ca mme cunziglia 'e nun te penzá cchiù!...
Carmè'...
Si aggio lassato a mamma mia pe' te,
si t'hê pigliato 'a primma giuventù...
nun tuorne a me!?
Mme pare ca è cagnata 'sta fenesta
'a dó' vuttaste 'o primmo sciore a me.
E n'ata rosa, 'a dint'a n'ata testa,
mo mme cunziglia 'e nun penzá cchiù a te...
Carmè'...
Si aggio lassato a mamma mia pe' te,
si t'hê pigliato 'a primma giuventù...
pecché,
nun tuorne a me!?
E passa 'a notte, passa 'o juorno, 'a sera
ma stu turmiento mio nun vò' passá...
Passa pure 'sta luna che è sincera
si mme cunziglia sempe 'e te scurdá...
Carmè'...
Si aggio lassato a mamma mia pe' te,
si t'hê pigliato 'a primma giuventù...
pecché,
nun tuorne a me!?
The lyrics of Gaetano Pennino's "Pecchè?" are a bittersweet lament of unrequited love, sung by a narrator who longs for Carmè, a lost love who has moved on. The song opens with the sweet melody of birdsong, reminding the singer of the time when Carmè too used to sing along with the birds in their old home. However, the singer now hears the voice of another friend who advises him to stop thinking about her. Nevertheless, the singer keeps on thinking about her and seeks answers to the question of why she left him.
The second stanza of the song is filled with poignant memories about the past. The old window, where he once gave her the first flower, is now broken, and another rose replaces the memory of that moment; but even that flower is now advising him to stop thinking about Carmè. The singer still cannot understand why Carmè left him, and why she has not returned to him. The song expresses an aching sadness as the singer pleads for her return, but he knows that he will never be happy again until she comes back.
Line by Line Meaning
Canta l'auciello dinta casa antica
The bird sings inside the old house, where you used to sing too.
addó' primma cantave pure tu...
Where you used to sing first...
E sento pure 'a voce 'e n'ata amica
I also hear the voice of another friend who advises me not to think about you anymore.
ca mme cunziglia 'e nun te penzá cchiù!...
Who tells me not to think about you anymore!...
Carmè'...
Carmè...
Si aggio lassato a mamma mia pe' te,
If I left my mother for you,
si t'hê pigliato 'a primma giuventù...
If you took my youth away...
pecché,
why,
nun tuorne a me!?...
don't you come back to me?...
Mme pare ca è cagnata 'sta fenesta
It seems to me that this window is chained,
a dó' vuttaste 'o primmo sciore a me.
where you threw the first flower to me.
E n'ata rosa, 'a dint'a n'ata testa,
And another rose, on another head,
mo mme cunziglia 'e nun penzá cchiù a te...
now advises me not to think about you anymore...
E passa 'a notte, passa 'o juorno, 'a sera
And the night passes, the day passes, the evening,
ma stu turmiento mio nun vò' passá...
but my torment doesn't want to pass...
Passa pure 'sta luna che è sincera
Even this sincere moon passes
si mme cunziglia sempe 'e te scurdá...
if it always advises me to forget you...
Contributed by Tyler K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.