My dear mother,
it's almost Christmas,
and she has been far away who knows bitter...
How I would like to light two or three candles...
how I'd like to hear a mitten!...
Make my lullabies or nativity scene
put my plate on the table...
do it, when it's the evening of at Vigilia,
as if I wanted to stay for myself...
And it still costs America tears
a Neapolitan nuje!...
Pe I'm sorry that we cried 'O heaven Naples,
How bitter is this bread!
My dear mother,
What is it, what is it?
For those who complain about the Fatherland, I don't know anything!
I have a few dollars, and it seems to me
that I haven't been so nasty!
I'm all asleep it's night in my house
and I hear the voice of my creatures...
but I want you to sleep like Mary...
with swords mpietto, 'nnanz'ô son 'ncross!
And now it costs America tears
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Mm you wrote
that Assuntulella calls
who left her and is still far away...
What did she give you? If the daughters come to the mother,
make that lady come back.
I don't, I'm not coming back...I'm staying away
and I'm still struggling.
I'm dying for my country, home and honor,
I'm just meat and slaughter: I'm an emigrant!
And now it costs America tears

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