Voce Di Strada

I sing for those who know my voice,
I sing for those who now believe me happy,
but happiness
often brings us many sorrows,
I who always care for you
always return to you.

Don't show up if I sing for you Maria,
kiss those who will have kissed you without love,
tell them laughing your last lie,
tell them that a deluded person's serenade.
Don't tremble if my voice trembles,
yet every street in the neighborhood
sings tonight with me.

Night, you who are made for loving,
night, for me you mean suffering,
and I suffer you know why,
under the silver moon
there's a lit window
that still doesn't go out.

Tell them laughing your last lie,
tell them that a deluded person's serenade.
While my heart dies of jealousy,
my guitar,
perhaps Maria
cries in silence with me!