Palomma 'e notte
Tiene a mente 'sta palomma,
comme gira, comm'avota,
comme torna n'ata vota
stu ceròggeno a tentá.
Palummè', chist'è nu lume,
nun è rosa o giesummino,
e tu, a forza ccá vicino
te vuó' mettere a vulá.
Vatténn''a lloco!
Vatténne, pazzarella.
Va' palummella e torna,
e torna a st'aria accussí fresca e bella.
'O bbi' ca i' pure
mm'abbaglio chianu chiano,
e che mm'abbrucio 'a mano
pe' te ne vulé cacciá.
Carulí', pe' nu capriccio
tu vuó' fá scuntento a n'ato,
e po' quanno ll'hê lassato,
tu, addu n'ato vuó' vulá.
Troppi core staje strignenno
cu sti mmane piccerelle,
ma fernisce ca sti scelle
pure tu te puó' abbruciá.
Vatténn''a lloco!
Vatténne, pazzarella.
Va', palummella e torna,
e torna a st'aria accussí fresca e bella.
'O bbi' ca i' pure
mm'abbaglio chianu chiano,
e che mm'abbrucio 'a mano
pe' te ne vulé cacciá.
Torna, va', palomma 'e notte,
dint'a ll'ombra addó' si' nata.
Torna a st'aria 'mbarzamata
ca te sape cunzulá.
Dint''o scuro e pe' me sulo
'sta cannela arde e se struje,
ma ch'ardesse a tutt'e duje
nun 'o ppòzzo suppurtá.
Vatténn''a lloco!
Vatténne, pazzarella.
Va', palummella e torna,
e torna a st'aria accussí fresca e bella.
'O bbi' ca i' pure
mm'abbaglio chianu chiano,
e che mm'abbrucio 'a mano
pe' te ne vulé cacciá.
Night Dove
Keep in mind this dove,
how it spins, how it twirls,
how it comes back around
this spark trying to catch.
Dove, this is a light,
it's not pink or jasmine,
and you, so close here,
you want to take flight.
Get the hell outta here!
Get lost, you little nut.
Go, little dove, and come back,
and return to this fresh and beautiful air.
Oh, I too
am slowly blinded,
and I burn my hand
trying to push you away.
Sweetheart, just for a whim,
you want to make someone else unhappy,
and then when you leave,
you want to fly to another.
You're holding too many hearts
with these little hands,
but it ends up that these flames
can burn you too.
Get the hell outta here!
Get lost, you little nut.
Go, little dove, and come back,
and return to this fresh and beautiful air.
Oh, I too
am slowly blinded,
and I burn my hand
trying to push you away.
Come back, go, night dove,
in the shadow where you were born.
Return to this hazy air
that knows how to comfort you.
In the dark and just for me
this candle burns and melts,
but if it burned for both of us
I couldn't stand it.
Get the hell outta here!
Get lost, you little nut.
Go, little dove, and come back,
and return to this fresh and beautiful air.
Oh, I too
am slowly blinded,
and I burn my hand
trying to push you away.