The ships leave
For distant distant lands...
They sing aboard:
They are Neapolitans!
They sing for the tramente
'o gulf already ¡ disappear,
And 'a moon, 'a miez'ô sea,
Nu poco 'e Naples
Lle védé...
Santa Lucia!
Far from you,
How much melancholy!
If the whole world turns,
If it goes looking for fortune...
But, when the moon rises,
br/>Far away in Naples
Nun se pò² stâ¡!
Santa Lucia, you have
Sulo nu poco 'e sea...
But, who is far away,
br/>How beautiful it seems...
It's the song of Sirene
She still weaves the ropes!
He doesn't want riches:
He was born in Naples,
You will die!
What melancholy!