Текст и перевод песни Roberto Murolo - Lacreme napulitane

Lacreme napulitane

Mia cara madre
Sta pe' trasi' natale
E a sta' luntano chiu'
Me sape amaro

Comme vurria allumma'
Duje tre biancal
Comme vurria senti' nu zampugnaro
'E ninne mie facitele 'o presepio
E a tavola mettite 'o piatto mio

Facite quanno è a sera da' vigilia
Comme si' mmiezo a vuje
Stesse pur' io
E 'nce ne costa lacreme st' america
A nuje napulitane
Pe' nuie ca 'nce chiagnimmo
O cielo e napule
Comme è amaro stu' pane

M'avite scritto
Che Assuntulella chiamma
Chi l'ha lassata
Sta' luntana ancora
Che v'aggia di'
Si 'e figlie vonno 'a mamma

Facitela turna' a chella signora
Io no nun torno me ne resto fore
E resto a fatica' pe tutte quante
Jo c'aggio perzo a patria casa e onore
Io so' carne 'e maciello so' emigrante

Pe' nuje ca 'nce chiagnimmo
'O cielo e napule
Comm' è amaro stu' pane

Lacreme napulitane

My dear mother
Christmas is approaching
And I am far away
It is bittersweet

How I would like to light
Two or three candles
How I would like to hear a bagpiper
And my children making the nativity scene
And at the table they put my plate

On Christmas Eve
As if I were among you
I would be there too
And these tears cost us America
To us Neapolitans
For those of us who weep
The sky and Naples
How bitter this bread is

You wrote to me
That Assuntulella is calling
Who left her
Is still far away
What can I tell you
If the children want their mother

Make that lady come back
I will not return, I will stay abroad
And I will keep working for all
I have lost my homeland, home, and honor
I am just a piece of meat, an emigrant

For those of us who weep
The sky and Naples
How bitter this bread is