Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Forse è ll'autunno
Ca me mantene 'sta malincunia.
Chiove a zeffunno,
Ninetta mia.
È uttombre quase, vierno me pare.
Jurnate fredde,
Nuttate amare.
Sempe aspettanno ca 'na parola,
Una, una sola,
Me venesse 'a te,
Me venesse 'a te.

E tu che faje?
Staje allera o malinconica 'e 'sti juorne?
Me pienze maje?
Tuorne o nun tuorne?
E sì, faje buono, statte luntana,
Tanto, è passata 'n'annata sana
Ca nun m'hê scritto cchiù 'na parola,
Una, una sola.
Già, sì sempe tu!
Già, sì sempe tu!

Maybe it's autumn
That makes me feel this melancholy.
It's pouring,
My Ninetta.
It's almost October but it seems to be winter.
The days are cold,
The nights are sad.
I'm always waiting for one word,
Only, just one word
That you'll send to me,
That you'll send to me.

And you, what will you do?
Are you happy or sad these days?
Do you think of me?
Will you come back?
Yes, you do well, stay far away!
A whole year has passed
And you haven't written me any word,
Any, any word.
Yes, you are always the same!
Yes, you are always the same!