SANTA LUCIA LUNTANA E. A. Mario Partono `e bastimente p` `e

SANTA LUCIA LUNTANA
E. A. Mario
Partono 'e bastimente
p' 'e terre assaje luntane,
cantano a buordo e so' napulitane!
Cantano pe' tramente
'o golfo già scompare,
e 'a luna, 'a miez' 'o mare,
'nu poco 'e Napule
lle fa vede'...
Santa Lucia,
luntana 'a te
quanta malincunia!
Se gira 'o munno sano,
se va a cerca' furtuna,
ma quanno sponta 'a luna
luntana a Napule
nun se po' sta!
E sonano... Ma 'e mmane
tremmano 'ncopp' 'e corde...
quanta ricorde, ahimé,
quanta ricorde!
E 'o core nun 'o sane
nemmeno cu 'e canzone,
sentenno voce e suone,
se mette a chiagnere
ca vo' turna'!
Santa Lucia,
luntana 'a te
quanta malincunia!
Se gira 'o munno sano,
se va a cerca' furtuna,
ma quanno sponta 'a luna
luntana a Napule
nun se po' sta!
Santa Lucia tu tiene
solo 'nu poco 'e mare,
ma cchiù luntana staie,
cchiù bella pare!
È 'o canto d' 'e Ssirene
ca tesse ancora 'e rezze,
core, nun vo' ricchezze:
si è nato a Napule
ce vo' muri'!
Santa Lucia,
luntana 'a te
quanta malincunia!
Se gira 'o munno sano,
se va a cerca' furtuna,
ma quanno sponta 'a luna
luntana a Napule
nun se po' sta!
© 1919 Ed. E.A. Mario - Napoli
© 1950 by Nazionalmusic Ed. Musicali Sas
SANTA LUCIA FAR AWAY
The ships are leaving
For lands far away.
They sing on board and are Neapolitan.
They sing while in the sunset
the bay disappears
and the moon, above the sea
lets them see
a glimpse of Naples.
Santa Lucia
far away from you
what melancholy!
We circle the whole world,
we go to seek our fortunes,
but when the moon rises,
far away from Naples
you cannot stay.
And they play...but their hands
tremble on the strings.
How many memories,
how many memories.
And my heart cannot heal
not even with those songs;
hearing those voices and that music,
It begins to cry
because it wants to return!
Santa Lucia
far away from you
what melancholy!
We circle the whole world,
we go to seek our fortunes,
but when the moon rises
far away from Naples
you cannot stay.
Santa Lucia, yours
is only a little sea.
But the longer I stay away,
the more beautiful you are!
It is like the songs of the sirens
that is still casting its net.
My heart doesn’t want riches
if it was born in Naples,
it wants to die there.
Santa Lucia
far away from you
what melancholy!
We circle the whole world,
we go to seek our fortunes,
but when the moon rises
far away from Naples
you cannot stay.