Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Se dice c'a Tuledo nc'è 'na rosa
Ca cchiù d' 'o sole li bellizze tene:
È sempe fresca, è sempe cchiù addurosa,
Tanta ch'è bella, chi v' 'o ppò cuntà?

Io nun voglio gran cosa,
Io nun cerco 'nu regno,
Ma vurria chella rosa
Sulamente addurà.

Io, si tenesse 'a voce e 'o ppoco 'e sorte,
Mme faciarria sentì cu 'sta canzona.
Ninuccia mia, pe' tte ne piglio 'a morte,
'Stu core nun se vò capacità.

Io nun voglio gran cosa,
Io nun cerco 'nu regno,
Ma vurria chella rosa
Sulamente addurà.

Io passo pe' Tuledo tutt' 'e ssere,
'A guardo e nun mme stanco d' 'a guardà.
'A penzo e nun me lassa 'stu penziero:
E doppo muorto chi s' 'a vò scurdà?

Io nun voglio gran cosa,
Io nun cerco 'nu regno,
Ma vurria chella rosa
Sulamente addurà.

They say that in Toledo Street there's a rose,
It is more beautiful than the sun:
It's always fresh, it's always fragrant,
So beautiful, who can tell you about it?

I don't need the riches,
I don't want power.
I would like only
To smell of this rose.

If I had a good voice and some luck,
I would make you hear this song.
My Nina, I'm at death's door because of you,
My heart doesn't want to understand anything.

I don't need the riches,
I don't want power.
I would like only
To smell of this rose.

Every evening I go along Toledo Street,
I look at her and I'm not tired of looking.
I think of her and this thought doesn't leave me:
But after death who can forget her?

I don't need the riches,
I don't want power.
I would like only
To smell of this rose.