Stepping into the heavy rain
I’m trapped in the silence of no path
In your eyes I see a house
A distant deep dawn

Wind all this way, wind all that way
Blowing over your shoulder
Before you turn around the abyss cracks beneath your feet
Those crazy raindrops
Snuffed my flame
You finally disappeared,
A butterfly stopped, amidst the debris on the floor

The clouds on the mountain have almost dissipated
The clouds in the sky have almost dissipated
Wandering people still have some way to go
People in the wall will turn off the lights

The eyes with desire staring at me
My heartbeat sounds lower.
The more you hope, the harder you fall


The more alert you, the more you indulge
lonely and completely, like a pupa
Infiltrating the moist silence in this night
lonely and completely, like a pupa
Wearing the shadow of yesterday.

Napoletano:Oje né', fa' priesto viene!
Nun mme fá spantecá
Ca pure 'a rezza vène
Ch'a mare stó' a mená

Méh, stienne sti bbraccelle,/
Ajutame a tirá
Ca stu marenariello
Te vò' sempe abbracciá

Vicin'ô mare, facimmo 'ammore
A core a core, pe' nce spassá

Só' marenaro e tiro 'a rezza
Ma, p''allerezza, stóngo a murí

Vide ca sbatte ll'onna
Comm'a stu core ccá
De lacreme te 'nfonne
Ca 'o faje annammurá

Viene, 'nterr'a 'sta rena
Nce avimm''a recrijá
Che scenne la serena
Io po' stóngo a cantá

Vicin'ô mare,

Oje né', io tiro 'a rezza
e tu statte a guardá
li pisce, p''a prijezza,
comme stanno a zumpá!

E vide, pure 'e stelle tu faje annammurá
ca stu marenariello,
tu faje suspirá

English:Come on dear, hurry, come here!
Don't make wait and suffer
The fishing net is coming too
That i've cast

Stretch your thin arms
Help me to pull (the net)
That this young sailor
Always wants to hug you

We make love near the sea
Heart to heart, to have fun

I'm a sailor and i pull the net
But I feel like i'm almost dying of happiness

See, the lashing of the waves
Like the beat of this heart of mine
It washes you with tears
Because you make it fall in love (with you)

Come, on this shore
We'll have fun
Here comes the sunset (or the evening)
And I'm here singing

Hey dear, I pull the net
And you stay there and watch
How the fishes for joy
Are jumping

And look, you can make fall in love with you even the stars
This young sailor
You make sigh

Italiano

Fenesta vascia 'e padrona crudele,
Quanta suspire mm'haje fatto jettare!...
Mm'arde stu core, comm'a na cannela,
Bella, quanno te sento annommenare!
Oje piglia la 'sperienza de la neve!
La neve? Fredda e se fa maniare...
E tu comme si' tanta aspra e crudele?!
Muorto mme vide e nun mme vu? ' ajutare!?...

Vorr? A addeventare no picciuotto,
Co na langella a ghire vennenn'acqua,
Pe' mme ne j? Da chisti palazzuotte:
Belli ffemmene meje, ah! Chi v? ' acqua...
Se vota na nennella da ll? 'ncoppa:
Chi? 'sto ninno ca va vennenn'acqua?
E io responno, co parole accorte:
So' lacreme d'ammore e non? Acqua!...

Finestra bassa di una padrona crudele,
quanti sospiri mi hai fatto buttare.
Mi arde questo cuore, come una candela,
bella quando ti sento nominare.

Prendi l'esperienza della neve.
La neve e' fredda e si fa toccare.
E tu come sei tanto aspra e crudele?
Mi vedi morto e non mi vuoi aiutare?

Vorrei diventare un bambino,
con una lancella andare e vendere acqua,
per andarmene via da questi palazzotti.
Belle donne mie, ah. Chi vuole acqua.

Si gira una ragazza da li sopra:
"Chi e' questo ragazzo che vende acqua?"
E io rispondo, con parole misurate:
"Sono lacrime d'amore e non e' acqua".

Français

Fenêtre basse d’une maîtresse cruelle,
que de soupirs tu m’as fait gaspiller…
mon cœur brûle comme une bougie,
ma belle, si j’entends prononcer ton nom !
Prends donc exemple sur la neige :
elle est froide, mais elle se laisse caresser,
et avec moi, tu es si âpre et cruelle,
que tu me vois mourir et tu ne veux pas m’aider ?

Je voudrais devenir un vendeur ambulant,
qui vend l’eau avec sa carafe,
pour crier d’une maison à l’autre :
“Mes belles femmes, qui veut de l’eau ?”
Et une fille me voit de son balcon et me dit :
“Qui est ce garçon qui vend de l’eau ?”
et je lui répondrais avec des mots attristés :
“Ce sont des larmes d’amour, ce n’est pas de l’eau !.....”

English

Low window of cruel mistress,
How many sighs I made for you!
My heart burns, like a candle
When I hear your name, my beauty!

Oh, be like the snow!
The snow is cold but one can touch it.
And you, how can you be so stern and cruel?
Seeing me dying, don't you want to help me?

I wish I was a boy again
Who sells water in a street,
To go away from here to big houses:
Dear ladies! Ah! Who wants some water?

If any girl asks from balcony:
"Who is this guy who sells water?"
I'll answer ,with reserve:
"It's my tears of love, it's not water!"