Tu staje malata e cante,
tu staje murenno e cante…
Só’ nove juorne, nove,
ca chiove…chiove…chiove…
E se fa fredda ll’aria,
e se fa cupo ‘o cielo,
e tu, dint’a stu ggelo,
tu sola, cante e muore…
Chi si’? Tu si’ ‘a canaria…
Chi si’? Tu si’ ll’Ammore…
Tu si’ ll’Ammore,
ca pure quanno more,
canta canzone nove…
Giesù, ma comme chiove!
Tu, comm’a na Madonna,
cante na ninna-nonna
pe’ n’angiulillo ‘ncroce,
ca vò’ sentí ‘sta voce,
‘sta voce sulitaria
ca, dint”a notte, canta…
E tu, comm’a na Santa,
tu sola sola, muore…
Chi si’? Tu si’ ‘a canaria!
chi si’? Tu si’ ll’Ammore…
Tu si’ ll’Ammore,
ca, pure quanno more,
canta canzone nove!…
Giesù, ma comme chiove!
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