Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Ammore nce ha lassate 'mmiez' â via,
Ma s'è vutat' arreto, pe' guardà…
Nce ha 'ntiso suspirà, pe' gelusia…
Pe' gelusia nce ha vist' appiccecà…

Oi core, core,
Guarda: Ammore ce fa 'a spia…
Famm' 'o favore,
Valle a ddì ca torna ccà!…
Ammore, Ammore,
Pur' 'o core 'e nenna mia,
Ca pe' tte more,
Penza già ca vuò turnà…

Ammor' è 'o piccerillo capricciuso,
Pe' niente piglia 'a 'nziria, e se ne va…
Ma quanno torna, torna cchiù azzeccuso,
Tanto dice ca ll'hê 'a perdunà!…

Oi core, core,
Guarda: Ammore ce fa 'a spia…
Famm' 'o favore,
Valle a ddì ca torna ccà!…
Ammore, Ammore,
Pur' 'o core 'e nenna mia,
Ca pe' tte more,
Penza già ca vuò turnà…

Ammor' è ll'auciello ca, si vola,
Vola, ma afforz' ô nivo addà turnà…
E torna, ê vvote, pur' 'int' â cajola,
Nun 'mporta ca nce appizza 'a libbertà…

Oi core, core,
Guarda: Ammore ce fa 'a spia…
Famm' 'o favore,
Valle a ddì ca torna ccà!…
Ammore, Ammore,
Pur' 'o core 'e nenna mia,
Ca pe' tte more,
Penza già ca vuò turnà…

Love has left us in the middle of the street,
But it turned around to look at us…
It heard us sighing out of jealousy…
It saw our quarrel about jealousy…

Oh, my heart, my heart,
Look: Love spies on us…
Do me a favor,
Tell it to come back!…
Love, love,
Even the heart of my beloved,
Which is dying because of you,
It thinks that you want to come back…

Love is a capricious child,
It is capricious over trifles and goes away…
But when it returns, it becomes even more affectionate,
And says that you have to forgive it!…

Oh, my heart, my heart,
Look: Love spies on us…
Do me a favor,
Tell it to come back!…
Love, love,
Even the heart of my beloved,
Which is dying because of you,
It thinks that you want to come back…

Love is a bird that, if it flies away,
It will fly away but will return to its nest anyway…
And sometimes it returns even to the cage,
And it doesn't matter that it loses its freedom…

Oh, my heart, my heart,
Look: Love spies on us…
Do me a favor,
Tell it to come back!…
Love, love,
Even the heart of my beloved,
Which is dying because of you,
It thinks that you want to come back…