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'A celentana
'A femmena 'e mò
Ammore amaro
'O balcone d' 'a simpatia
'A voce 'e mamma
Museca: Felice Genta,
Vierze: Giuseppe Russo.
Anno: 1950
Mother's voice
Music: Felice Genta,
Lyrics: Giuseppe Russo.
Year: 1950
Voce ca tutt' 'e ssere te ne vaje
Chiammanno 'e figlie 'e mamma 'a 'mmiez' â via,
Tu nun 'o ppuò capì che bene faje
Si me tiene 'nu poco cumpagnia.
Fermate pe' 'na vota sulamente,
D' 'a voce 'e mamma famme ricurdà…
Tutt' 'e mamme s' 'e chiammano
'E figlie 'a sera;
Sultanto 'a voce 'e mamma
Io nun 'a sento…
E conto tutt' 'e llacreme chiagnute
'A quanno 'o bbene 'e mamma
Aggio perduto.
'St'uocchie mieje
Stracque 'e chiagnere,
Pe' 'mmiez' â via,
Dint' a 'sti vvoce cercano
'A mamma mia.
Mamma 'na vota sola me chiammaje,
Teneva 'a faccia d' 'a malincunia…
Po' 'n'angiulillo 'ncielo s' 'a purtaje…
E rimanette i' sulo 'mmiez' â via.
E quanno, 'a sera, chesti vvoce sento,
'Nnanz' a chist'uocchie mieje veco a mammà.
Tutt' 'e mamme s' 'e chiammano
'E figlie 'a sera;
Sultanto 'a voce 'e mamma
Io nun 'a sento…
E conto tutt' 'e llacreme chiagnute
'A quanno 'o bbene 'e mamma
Aggio perduto.
'St'uocchie mieje
Stracque 'e chiagnere,
Pe' 'mmiez' â via,
Dint' a 'sti vvoce cercano
'A mamma mia.
Mother's voice that I hear calling
Her children home from the outdoors,
You don't know what joy you give me
If you share my loneliness a little.
Stop for a moment at least,
Let me remember my mother's voice…
All mothers call their children
From the outdoors in the evenings;
Only my mother's voice
I don't hear it anymore…
And I count my shed tears
Since I lost
My mother's love.
My eyes
Are tired of tears,
On the street
Among all voices I search for
My mother's voice.
One day my mother called me,
Her face was sad…
Then an angel took her away to heaven…
And I remained alone on the street.
And when I hear voices outside in the evening
I see before me my mother.
All mothers call their children
From the outdoors in the evenings;
Only my mother's voice
I don't hear it anymore…
And I count my shed tears
Since I lost
My mother's love.
My eyes
Are tired of tears,
On the street
Among all voices I search for
My mother's voice.