Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa...
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.
Ma 'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
"˜o sole, "˜o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
sta 'nfronte a te!
Lí¹cene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia;
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta
lí¹cene 'e llastre d'a fenesta toia.
Ma 'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
"˜o sole, "˜o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
sta 'nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole
se ne scenne,
me vene quase 'na malincunia;
sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria
quanno fa notte e 'o sole
se ne scenne.
Ma 'atu sole
cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
"˜o sole, "˜o sole mio
sta 'nfronte a te!
sta 'nfronte a te! _______________________________________
What a wonderful thing a sunny day
The cool air after a thunderstorm!
The fresh breezes banish the heavy air"¦
What a wonderful thing a sunny day.
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's in your face!
It's in your face!
Shining is the glass from your window;
A washwoman is singing and bragging
Wringing and hanging laundry and singing
Shining is the glass from your window.
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's in your face!
It's in your face!
When night comes and the sun
has gone down,
I start feeling blue;
I'd stay below your window
When night comes and the sun
has gone down.
But another sun,
that's brighter still
It's my own sun
that's in your face!
The sun, my own sun
It's in your face!
It's in your face!