O Sole Mio

That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun
N' serene air doppo na storm!
Pe' ll' fresh air seems na festivity already…
That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun
But n' atu sun
Beautiful cchiù, oje of '
' or sun mine
It is ' nfronte to you!
Quanno makes night and ' or sun if of scenne
Me veins quase ' na malincunia;
Under ' to restarria fenesta toia
Quanno ago night and ' or sun if of scenne
But n' atu sun
Beautiful cchiù, oje of '
' or sun mine
It is ' nfronte to you!