Ciribiribin

When the moon hangs low in Napoli, there's a handsome gondolier,
Every night he sings so happily, so his lady love can hear.

Ciribiribin, chiribiribin, ciribiribin.
Ciribiribin, he waits for her each night beneath her balcony.


Nápoles

A shoulder where death comes to cry

The rain falls down on last year's man, an hour has gone by and he has not moved his hand.
But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
the lovers will rise up and the mountains touch the ground.
But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
and all the rain falls down amen on the works of last year's man.


Roma