Mi maritavu ccu tantu amuri
Ddà ni la chiesa di lu Sarvaturi.
Po' fici festa ni lu saluni,
Spartennu vinu, ciciri e favi.

Ma dopu ca mi la purtavu
Ni la casuzza ca m'arrizzittavu,
Scoprivu pro' ca era muscia.
Mi maritavu 'na pezza di tuscia.

Matri, o matri!
Matri, chi muscia!
Si s'arrimina, si stucchia tutta.
Poviru iu! Poviru iu!
Ci capitava e lu sa sulu Diu.

A la matina quannu si susi
Mi rici: "Senti, sugnu 'nfilici!"
Picchì vulissi stari curcata
No finu e novi ma tutt'a jurnata.

Iu ci lu dicu: "Mugghieri mia,
Chist'è 'a vita e così sia!"
Idda mi rici: "Chi nicchi e nacchi!
Mi sentu stanca e mi susu a li setti!"

Matri, o matri!
Matri, chi muscia!
Si s'arrimina si stucchia tutta.
Poviru iu! Poviru iu!
Ci capitava e lu sa sulu Diu.

I got married for great love
In the Cathedral of Christ the Saviour.
Then I hosted a celebration in the hall,
Handing out wine, lentils, and beans.

But after I brought her home
To relax together,
I found out she was listless.
I married an apathetic woman.

Sweet mother, oh sweet mother!
Mother, how listless she is!
If she moves, she slumps over.
Poor me! Poor me!
It happened that way, and only God knows about it.

In the morning, when she wakes up,
She tells me, "See, I'm unhappy!"
Because she would like to lie in bed
Not just until nine, but all day long.

I tell her, "My dear wife,
That's life; there's nothing we can do about it".
She answers me, "Oh, what are you talking about!
I feel tired — I get up at seven!"

Sweet mother, oh sweet mother!
Mother, how listless she is!
If she moves, she slumps over.
Poor me! Poor me!
It happened that way, and only God knows about it.