'O Sole Mio
Che bella cosa è na jurnata 'e sole,
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca para gia' na festa...
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne',
'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
'o sole, 'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
sta nfronte a te!
Luceno 'e lastre d''a fenesta toia;
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta,
luceno 'e llastre d''a fenesta toia.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne',
'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
'o sole, 'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
sta nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase na malincunia;
sotta 'a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne',
'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
'o sole, 'o sole mio
sta nfronte a te!
sta nfronte a te!
'O Sole Mio
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day,
the serene air after a storm!
For the fresh air already feels like a party...
What a beautiful thing a sunny day.
But another sun
more beautiful, oh yes,
my sun
is in front of you!
the sun, my sun
is in front of you!
is in front of you!
The slabs of your window shine;
a washerwoman sings and boasts
and while twisting, wringing, and singing,
the slabs of your window shine.
But another sun
more beautiful, oh yes,
my sun
is in front of you!
the sun, my sun
is in front of you!
is in front of you!
When night comes and the sun goes down,
I almost feel melancholy;
I would stay under your window
when night comes and the sun goes down.
But another sun
more beautiful, oh yes,
my sun
is in front of you!
the sun, my sun
is in front of you!
is in front of you!