'A Citta 'E Pulecinella

I'll accompany you street by street,
just to you who are a friend...
and I'll take you to the neighborhood,
where the sun can't be seen...
but everything else can be seen...
and they scratch the windows;
and you understand how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella!
How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
I'm only sorry
that the pride of these people,
is hurt every day,
by a bunch of cowards
who have no conscience,
who have no respect...
How do they sleep,
when it's evening, in bed?!...
In bed, in bed,
when it's evening, in bed...
In bed, in bed,
when it's evening, in bed...

Now I'll take you to Margellina,
always without hurry,
towards the early hours,
when the traffic allows it...
Here everything is allowed,
not because they have the right...
but because it's always been done...
or just to spite!...
Just to spite, just to spite,
or just to spite!...
Just to spite, just to spite,
or just to spite!...

I'm only sorry
that the pride of these people,
is hurt every day...
and we are ashamed...
But no one can do anything:
we suck the candy...
How sweet and how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How sweet, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How sweet, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...

How sweet, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How sweet, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
I, who am a musician
and feel lucky,
sing and play, play and sing,
this beautiful serenade...
And because I'm in love,
because maybe I was born here...
but see how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella!...
How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
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How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...
How beautiful, how beautiful,
the city of Pulcinella...