Core 'ngrato
Catarí catarí
Pecché me dice sti parole amare
Pecché me parle e 'o core me turmiente catarí?
Nun te scurdá ca t'aggio date 'ocore catarí
Nun te scurdá
Catarí catarí
Che vene a dicere
Stu parlá ca me dá spaseme?
Tu nun 'nce pienze a stu dulore mio
Tu nun'nce pienze, tu nun te ne cure
Core, core 'ngrato
Taie pigliato 'a vila mia
Tutt'e passato
E nun 'nce pienz chiú!
Catarí catarí
Tu nun'o saie ca'nfin 'int'a na chiesa
Io só trasuto e aggio priato a dio, catarí
E l'aggio ditto pare a'o cunfessore
I'sto a suffrí pé chella lá!
Sto a suffrí, sto a suffrí
Nun se pode credere
Sto a suffrí tutte li strazie
E o cunfessore ch'é persona santa
M'ha ditto: Figlio mio, lassala stá
Lassala stá
Tutt'é passato
E nun'nce pienze chiú!
Ungrateful Heart
Catarí catarí
Why do you say these bitter words to me
Why do you speak and torment my heart catarí?
Don't forget that I gave you my heart catarí
Don't forget
Catarí catarí
What are you trying to say
This talk that drives me crazy?
You don't think about my pain
You don't think about it, you don't care
Heart, ungrateful heart
You took my life
Everything has passed
And you don't think about it anymore!
Catarí catarí
You don't know that even inside a church
I am tormented and I have prayed to God, catarí
And I have confessed to the confessor
I am suffering for that sin!
I am suffering, I am suffering
It cannot be believed
I am suffering all the torments
And the confessor, who is a holy person
Told me: My son, leave it be
Leave it be
Everything has passed
And you don't think about it anymore!
Escrita por: S. Cardillo