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Neapolitan Tears
My dear mother,
Christmas is almost here,
and staying away, to me, tastes more bitter.
How I would like to light two or three fireworks!
How I would like to listen to a piper!
For my children, build them a Manger1
and, on the table, set up my plate.
Make it, on the evening of Christmas Eve,
as if among you I was also there.
And how many tears is this America costing us,
to us Neapolitans!
For us who are bewailing the Neapolitan sky,
how bitter is this bread!
My dear mother,
what is, what is money?
For those who bewail the motherland, it is nothing!
Now I have a few dollars and to me it seems
that I have never been so much of a beggar!
Every night I dream of my home
and I hear my children's voice,
but you I dream as a "Mary",
with swords in the chest in front of her crucified son!
And how many tears is this America costing us,
to us Neapolitans!
For us who are bewailing the Neapolitan sky,
how bitter is this bread!
You wrote me
that little Assunta calls for
the one who left her and is still away...
What can I say to you? If the children want their mother,
let her come back, that "lady".
I, no, will not come back, I'll stay away,
I'll stay and work for everyone.
I, who lost motherland, home and honour,
am slaughter house meat: I am an emigrant!
And how many tears is this America costing us,
to us Neapolitans!
For us who are bewailing the Neapolitan sky,
how bitter is this bread!
- 1. Nativity scene recreation with ceramic statuettes, https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nativity_scene
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| 1. | 'O surdato 'nnammurato |
| 2. | Comme facette mammeta |
| 3. | Perdere l'amore |
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