Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Miezojuorno. Coce 'o sole
E Vuje state 'int' ô ciardino,
Sott' ê ffronne 'e mandarino,
'Mmiez' ô gghianco d' 'e llenzole
Spase ô sole.

E 'na chiorma 'e palummielle
Vola, vola attuorno a Vuje
Ca lle date 'e mullechelle.
Spuzzulea, po' se ne fuje
Chesta chiorma 'e palummielle.

Accussì, pe' 'sta passiona
Ca me struje,
Volano sempe, volano
Tutt' 'e penziere mieje attuorno a Vuje!

Ma pecché, sbattenno 'e mmane,
Ma pecché Vuje n' 'e ccacciate,
'Sti palumme aggraziate,
Mentre po' lle date 'o ppane
'Mmiez' ê mmane?

Se ne vanno 'ncopp' ô mare,
P' 'e mmarine, a dduje a dduje,
'Ncopp' ê titte, 'e campanare
E po' tornano addu Vuje.
Se ne vanno 'ncopp' ô mare.

Accussì, pe' 'sta passiona
Ca me struje,
Si n' 'e ccacciate, tornano
Tutt' 'e penziere mieje attuorno a Vuje!

Midday. The sun is scorching
And you are standing in the garden
Under the leaves of a mandarine,
Among the white sheets
Spread in the sun.

And a couple of doves
Flies, flies around you
That you give them the crumbs.
They peck and then will fly away,
This couple of doves.

In this way, because of passion
That burns me,
Fly, always fly
All my thoughts around you!

But why, waving by hands,
Why do you drive away them,
These graceful doves,
Instead of give them a bread
In your hands?

They will fly away to the sea,
At the seacoasts, together,
Above the roofs and belfries
And then they'll come back to you.
They will fly away to the sea.

In this way, because of passion
That burns me,
Even if you drive away them, will come back
All my thoughts around you!