Santa Lucia Luntana

Ships depart
for lands very distant...
they sing on board:
we're Neapolitans!
They sing with sorrow
the gulf already disappearing,
and the moon, in the middle of the sea,
a little bit of Naples
they can see...

Faraway Santa Lucia!
How much melancholy!
The world spins around,
seeking fortune...
but when the moon rises,
far from Naples
one can't stay!

And they play...But the hands
tremble on the strings...
How many memories, alas,
How many memories!
And the heart can't heal
not even with the songs,
hearing voices and sounds,
it starts crying wanting to return!

Faraway Santa Lucia,
How much melancholy!
The world spins around,
seeking fortune,
but when the moon rises,
far from Naples one can't stay!

Santa Lucia, you only have
a little bit of sea...
but the farther you are,
the more beautiful you seem...
It's the song of the Sirens
still weaving their nets!
The heart doesn't want riches:
if you're born in Naples,
you want to die there!

Faraway Santa Lucia,
How much melancholy!
The world spins around,
seeking fortune...
but when the moon rises,
far from Naples
one can't stay!

Faraway Santa Lucia,
How much melancholy!