Viede ‘o mare quant’è bello
Spira tantu sentimentu
Comme tu a chi tiene mente
Ca scetato ‘o fai sunnà,
Guarda guà chisto ciardino;
Siente, siè, sti sciure arance:
Nu prufumo accussi fino
Dint’o core se ne va…
E tu dice: “Ìparto, addio!” bis
T’alluntane da stu core… bis
Da sta terra de l’ammore bis
Tieno ‘o core ‘e nun turnà? bis
Ma nun me lassà, bis
Nun darme stu turmiento! bis
Torna a Surriento, famme campà! bis
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
(Hey, you're really crazy... You know that?) I thought that I was calling up my…
I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…