My sun
O sole mio
Che bella cosa na jurnata’ e'sole
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta
pe'll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa
che bella cosa na jurnata'e sole.
Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'
'o sole mio sta nfronte a te!
'o sole o sole mio
sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te.
Luceno'e llastre d'a fenesta toia;
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
e pe'tramente torce, spanne e canta
luceno'e llastre d'a fenesta toia.
Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'
'o sole mio sta nfronte a te!
'o sole o sole mio
sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te.
Quanno fa notte e'sole se ne scenne
me vene quase'na malincunia;
soto a fenesta toi restarria
quando fa notte e'o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne'
'o sole mio sta nfronte a te!
'o sole o sole mio
sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te.
My sun
What a beautiful thing is a sunny day
the fresh air after the storm
from the fresh air the feast starts already
what a beautiful thing is a sunny day
But another prettier doesn’t exist
my sun is your forehead!
Sun, my sun
is your forehead… is your forehead.
There’s a light at the panes of your window
a laundress sings and boasts
and as she wrings, spreads and sings
there’s a light at the panes of your window.
But another prettier doesn’t exist
my sun is your forehead!
Sun, my sun
is your forehead… is your forehead.
When the night comes and the sun sets
almost a melancholy overcomes me
I would stay at your window
when the night comes and the sun sets
But another prettier doesn’t exist
my sun is your forehead!
Sun, my sun
is your forehead… is your forehead.
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