Voce E Notte
Si 'sta voce te scéta 'int' 'a nuttata,
mentre t'astrigne 'o sposo tujo vicino...
Statte scetata, si vuó' stá scetata,
ma fa' vedé ca duorme a suonno chino...
Nun ghí vicino ê llastre pe' fá 'a spia,
pecché nun puó' sbagliá 'sta voce è 'a mia...
E' 'a stessa voce 'e quanno tutt'e duje,
scurnuse, nce parlávamo cu 'o "vvuje".
Si 'sta voce te canta dint''o core
chello ca nun te cerco e nun te dico;
tutt''o turmiento 'e nu luntano ammore,
tutto ll'ammore 'e nu turmiento antico...
Si te vène na smania 'e vulé bene,
na smania 'e vase córrere p' 'e vvéne,
nu fuoco che t'abbrucia comm'a che,
vásate a chillo...che te 'mporta 'e me?
Si 'sta voce, che chiagne 'int' 'a nuttata,
te sceta 'o sposo, nun avé paura...
Vide ch'è senza nomme 'a serenata,
dille ca dorme e che se rassicura...
Dille accussí: "Chi canta 'int'a 'sta via
o sarrá pazzo o more 'e gelusia!
Starrá chiagnenno quacche 'nfamitá...
Canta isso sulo...Ma che canta a fá?!..."
Strumentale
Ripresa: Starrá chiagnenno quacche 'nfamitá...
Canta isso sulo...Ma che canta a fá?!..."
….Voce e notte te sceta dint' a nuttata… è a voce mia…oe..
Voice and Night
This voice wakes you up in the middle of the night,
while your husband holds you close...
Stay awake, if you want to stay awake,
but make sure he sleeps soundly...
Don't go near the windows to spy,
because you can't mistake this voice is mine...
It's the same voice we both had,
whispering, we talked with 'vvuje'.
If this voice sings in your heart
what I don't search for and don't tell you;
all the torment of a distant love,
all the love of an ancient torment...
If you feel an urge to love,
an urge to run towards it,
a fire that burns you like that,
marry that one... what do you care about me?
If this voice, crying in the night,
wakes up your husband, don't be afraid...
See that the serenade is nameless,
tell him I'm sleeping and to reassure himself...
Tell him this: 'Who sings in this street
will either go crazy or die of jealousy!
He'll be crying over some infamy...
Sing alone... But why sing at all?!'
Instrumental
Reprise: He'll be crying over some infamy...
Sing alone... But why sing at all?!...
...Voice and night wake you up in the middle of the night... it's my voice... hey...
Escrita por: Eduardo Nicolardi / Ernesto de Curtis