They leave 'and enough'
For very long lands...
They sing on board:
They are Neapolitan! ¡ scumpare,
It's the moon, 'a miez'ô sea,
It's just Naples
You'll see...
Santa Lucia!
Far away from you,
How much melancholy!
If the whole world turns out healthy,
If it goes looking for fortune...
But, when the moon comes,< br/>Far away in Naples
It's not like this!
Santa Lucia, you have
Only the sea...
But, this long time,< br/>It seems beautiful...
It's the song of Ssirene
He still weaves 'and rrezze!
Here no longer sees riches:
He was born in Napule,
Ce vò' murÃ!
How much melancholy!

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