o Sole Mio
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
N'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare 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!
Lùcene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia;
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
E pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta
Lùcene '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;
Sotto '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!
My Sun
What a beautiful thing a sunny day,
The calm 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 light of the window panes of your window;
A laundress sings and boasts
And for the street she twists, spins, and sings
The light of the window panes of your window.
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 feel almost melancholy;
Under your window I would stay
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!