Paroles et traduction Ermes Alessandro Mario, Luciano Pavarotti, Orchestra del Teatro Comunale di Bologna & Giancarlo Chiaramello - Santa Lucia luntana

Santa Lucia luntana

Partono ′e bastimente
Pe' terre assaje luntane
Cantano a buordo:
So′ Napulitane!

Cantano pe' tramente
'O golfo già scumpare
E ′a luna ′a miez'o mare
Nu poco ′e Napule lle fa vedé

Santa Lucia!
Luntano 'a te, quanta maluncunia!
Se gira ′o munno sano,
Se va a cercà furtuna
Ma, quanno sponta 'a luna
Luntano ′a Napule nun se po stà!

E sonano ma 'e mani
Tremmano 'n coppa ′e corde
Quante ricorde, ahimmé
Quante ricorde

E ′o core nun 'o sane
Nemmeno cu ′e canzone:
Sentenno voce e suone
Se mette a chiagnere ca vo turnà

Santa Lucia!
Luntano 'a te, quanta malincunia!
Se gira ′o munno sano, se va a cerca furtuna
Ma quanno sponta 'a luna,
Luntano ′a Napule nun se po stà!

Santa Lucia, tu tiene
Sulo nu poco 'e mare
Ma, chiù luntana staje, chiu bella pare

è 'o canto de sirene
Ca tesse ancora ′e rezze
Core nun vo ricchezze:
Si è nato a Napule, ce vo murì!

Santa Lucia!
Luntano ′a te, quanta malincunia!

Ma, quanno sponta 'a luna
Luntano ′a Napule nun se po stà!

Santa Lucia!
Luntano 'a te...
Quanta malincunia!

Santa Lucia luntana

Ships depart
For faraway lands
Singing on board:
We are Neapolitans!

They sing as they sail
The gulf has already disappeared
And the moon in the middle of the sea
Shows them a little bit of Naples

Santa Lucia!
Far from you, how much sadness!
He sails the whole world,
He goes to seek fortune
But when the moon rises,
Far from Naples you cannot stay!

And now they play with their hands,
Their fingers tremble on the strings.
How many memories, alas!
How many memories!

And your heart doesn't know it,
Not even with the songs:
Hearing voices and melodies,
You start to cry because you want to return.

Santa Lucia!
Far from you, how much sadness!
He sails the whole world, he goes to seek fortune
But when the moon rises,
Far from Naples you cannot stay!

Santa Lucia, you have
Only a little bit of sea.
But the farther away you are, the more beautiful you seem.

It is the song of the sirens
That still weaves the nets
My heart wants no riches:
If you were born in Naples, you must die there!

Santa Lucia!
Far from you, how much sadness!

But when the moon rises,
Far from Naples you cannot stay!

Santa Lucia!
Far from you...
How much sadness!