Risbigghiati, risbigghiati, mè dama,
Sona lu mazzi jornu e dormi ancora.
Pi ttia sù fatti li sonni amurusi,
Pi mmia ci sunnu li mali riposi.

Tu sì la stidda di la tramuntana
E porti 'u lustru ni la tò vanedda.
Perciò si nun ti susi a matinata
La tò vanedda resta addurmisciuta.

Si grapi adagiu adagiu la finestra
Ed eccu ca cumpari la mè bedda.
Niddu mumentu pari fattu apposta,
Li farfalleddi ci fannu la scorta.

È festa granni ni la tò vanedda
Quannu t'affacci tu ca sì 'a cchiù bedda.
Si un jornu tu ci avissi t'ammancari
Ci fussi 'u luttu granni ni li cori.

Wake up, wake up, my dear lady,
The bells are ringing, and you are still sleeping.
You have so many sweet dreams,
While I have only insomnia.

You are the North Star,
And you bring light to your alley.
So, if you don't get up in the morning,
Your alley keeps dozing.

Her window is opening little by little
And there she is — my beauty.
There's nothing staged about her movements,
And the butterflies flutter after her.

A great celebration comes to your alley
When you, the most beautiful, look out.
And if one day you're gone,
A great sorrow will fill every heart.