Lacreme Napulitane - Roberto Roberto Murolo traduction en anglais

Lacreme Napulitane

Mia cara madre, sta pe' trasì Natale
E a stà luntano cchiù mme sape amaro!
Comme vurria allummà dduje o ttre biancale
Comme vurria sentì 'nu zampugnaro!
A 'e ninne mieje facitele 'o presepio
E a tavula mettite 'o piatto mio!
Facite, quann'è 'a sera d' 'a Vigilia
Comme si 'mmiez'a vvuje stesse pur'io!

E nce ne costa lacreme 'st'America
A nuje, napulitane!
Pe' nuje ca ce chiagnimmo 'o cielo 'e Napule
Comm'è amaro 'stu ppane!

Mm'avite scritto ch'Assuntulella chiamma
Chi ll'ha lassata e sta luntana ancora
Che v'aggi' 'a dì? Si 'e figlie vonno 'a mamma
Facitela turnà chella "signora"!
Io no, nun torno, mme ne resto fore
E resto a faticà pe' tuttuquante
I', ch'aggio perzo patria, casa e onore
I' sò carne 'e maciello, sò emigrante!

Pe' nuje ca ce chiagnimmo 'o cielo 'e Napule
Comm'è amaro 'stu ppane!

Neapolitan Tears

My dear mother, Christmas is coming soon
And being far away makes it all the more bitter!
How I would like to light two or three little candles
How I would like to hear a bagpipe player!
Make the crib for my little ones
And set my plate at the table!
Do it, when it is Christmas Eve
As if I were there with you!

And this America costs us tears
To us, Neapolitans!
For us, who weep for the skies of Naples
How bitter this bread is!

You have written to me that Assuntulella is calling
For the one who left her and is still far away
What can I say? If the children want their mother
Make that "lady" come back!
No, I will not return, I will stay away
And I will continue to work for all of you
I, who have lost my country, my home and my honor
I am butchery meat, I am an immigrant!

For us, who weep for the skies of Naples
How bitter this bread is!