Pulecenella

Here I am,
Beloved Naples, beautiful Naples!
Here I am,
Let's dance this tarantella!

Excuse me if the ghost of the past
Suddenly appeared here!
- Can I, can I? - Who is it? Who am I?
- Pulecenella!

Tonight, the night of songs,
We put some samba in the mandolins
And then we sang under a balcony:
'Lemon leaves'.

I cry and I'm happy,
Happy with all the crying
That comes out from under the mask
For this happiness!

Let's go, let's dance!
People, come dance with me!
Tarantella!
Tarantella! Tarantella!

It's samba, yes!
My legs move with this little samba.
It's samba, yes!
Even the firefly dances!

It's true, all the dances are mixed up,
But they are always the same lovers!
Listen to what I want to tell you
Pulecenella:

Tonight, the night of songs,
We put some samba in the mandolins
And then we sang under a balcony:
'Lemon leaves'.

I cry and I'm happy,
Happy with all the crying
That comes out from under the mask
For this happiness!

Let's go, let's dance!
People, don't cry with me!
Tarantella!
Tarantella! Tarantella!

People,
don't cry with me!
Tarantella!
Tarantella! Tarantella!