Vurria
Dinta nastanzurella fredda e scura
Addo na vota nce trazeva o sole
Mo strongo sulo e tengo na paura
Ca a poco a poco
Mme consuma o core
Paura ca mme strue sta malatia
Senza vedé cchiù Napule
Senza vedé cchiù a tte
Vurria turnà du tte
Pe'n'ora sola Napule mio
Pe tte senti e cantà, cu mille mandoline
Vurria turnà du tte
Pe'ma'na vota ammore mio
Pe tte pote vasà
Pe mme senti abbraccià
Sta freva ca num mme lassa maje
Sta freva num mme fa cchiù campà
Vurria turnà du tte
Pe'n'ora sola Napule mia
Vurria, vurria, vurria
Ma strongo n' croce
Sta freva ca num mme lassa maje
Sta freva num mme fa cchiù campà
Vurria turnà du tte
Pe'n'ora sola Napule mia
Vurria, vurria, vurria
Napule mia
I Would
Inside the cold and dark room
Where once the sun used to come in
Now I stand alone and I'm afraid
That little by little
It consumes my heart
Afraid that this illness suffocates me
Without seeing Naples anymore
Without seeing you anymore
I would return to you
For just one hour, my Naples
To feel you and sing, with a thousand mandolins
I would return to you
For one more time, my love
To be able to kiss you
To feel embraced by you
This fever that never leaves me
This fever that doesn't let me live anymore
I would return to you
For just one hour, my Naples
I would, I would, I would
But I carry a burden
This fever that never leaves me
This fever that doesn't let me live anymore
I would return to you
For just one hour, my Naples
I would, I would, I would
My Naples
Escrita por: Alberto Pugliese / F. Rendine