Lacreme Napulitane
Canzoni Napoletane
Neapolitan Tears
My dear mother,
is getting ready for Christmas,
and being far away from me feels bitter....
How I wish to light two or three candles...
how I wish to hear a bagpiper!...
Make my lullabies set up the nativity scene
and set my plate on the table...
do, when it's Christmas Eve,
as if I were there with you...
And it costs us tears, us Neapolitans
in this America!...
For us who cry for the sky of Naples,
how bitter this bread is!
My dear mother,
what about, what about the money?
For those who cry for the homeland, I'm nothing!
Now I have some dollars, and it seems to me
that I've never been so poor!
I spend all my nights in my house
and I hear the voices of my children...
but to you I am like a
