Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Quanno mammeta t'ha fatta,
Quanno mammeta t'ha fatta,
Vuò sapè comme facette?
Vuò sapè comme facette?

Pe' 'mpastà 'sti ccarne belle,
Pe' 'mpastà 'sti ccarne belle,
Tutto chello ca mettette,
Tutto chello ca mettette:

Ciente rrose 'ncappucciate
Dint' â martula mmiscate;
Latte e rrose, rrose e latte,
Te facette 'ncopp' ô fatto.

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'addivinà, Cuncè.
Comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te.

E pe' fà 'sta vocca bella,
E pe' fà 'sta vocca bella
Nun servette 'a stessa addosa,
Nun servette 'a stessa addosa.

Vuò sapè che nce mettette?
Vuò sapè che nce mettette?
Mò te dico tuttocosa,
Mò te dico tuttocosa:

'Nu panaro, chino chino,
Tutt' 'e fravule 'e ciardino,
Mele, zuccaro e cannella
Te 'mpastaje 'sta vocca bella.

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'addivinà, Cuncè.
Comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te.

E pe' fà 'sti ttrezze d'oro,
E pe' fà 'sti ttrezze d'oro
Mamma toja s'appezzentette,
Mamma toja s'appezzentette.

Bella mia, tu qua' muneta?
Bella mia, tu qua' muneta?
Vuò sapè che nce servette?
Vuò sapè che nce servette?

'Na miniera sana sana
Tutta fatta a filagrana
Nce vulette pe' 'sti ttrezze,
Ch'a vasà, nun ce sta prezzo.

Nun c'è bisogno 'a zingara
P'addivinà, Cuncè.
Comme t'ha fatto mammeta
'O ssaccio meglio 'e te.

When your mom has created you,
When your mom has created you,
Do you want to know how she did it?
Do you want to know how she did it?

To make your beautiful body,
To make your beautiful body
That's what she mixed,
That's what she mixed:

One hundred unopened roses,
Mixed on the table;
Milk and roses, roses and milk,
She created you in a moment.

You don't need a gypsy woman
To guess it, Concetta.
How your mom created you
I know it better than you.

And to make your beautiful lips,
And to make your beautiful lips
She didn't need the same things,
She didn't need the same things.

Do you want to know what she mixed?
Do you want to know what she mixed?
Now I tell you everything,
Now I tell you everything:

A basket filled to the brim
With strawberries from garden,
Honey, sugar and cinnamon
She mixed to make your beautiful lips.

You don't need a gypsy woman
To guess it, Concetta.
How your mom created you
I know it better than you.

And to make your golden hair,
And to make your golden hair
Your mom became impoverished,
Your mom became impoverished.

My beauty, how many coins?
My beauty, how many coins?
Do you want to know what she needed?
Do you want to know what she needed?

A whole mine
Made filigree
She needed to make your hair
Which is priceless to kiss.

You don't need a gypsy woman
To guess it, Concetta.
How your mom created you
I know it better than you.