Simmo E Napule Paisa

Tarantella, counting our blessings,
no longer means a thing
thinking of the past...
When there are no trams,
a carriage is always ready
another one’s waiting just around the corner:
Catch it, babe, the yellow curls,
put on your best dress,
(...with a rose in your hair,
you know it drives me wild...)
Tarantella, counting our blessings,
no longer means a thing
"the why and the how..."

As long as the sun is shining,
as long as the sea is here,
a girl heart to heart,
a song to sing...
Whoever had, had, had...
whoever gave, gave, gave...
let’s forget the past,
we're from Naples, buddy!...
Tarantella, this world is a wheel:
who's up is rising,
who's down is about to fall!
The old saying goes:
Here, sins are settled...
today for you...tomorrow for me!
I, a little tipsy from wine,
think of the bad and think of the good...
but this sweet mouth
is looking for mine to kiss!
Tarantella, if the world is a wheel,
let’s grab the moment
that’s about to pass...
As long as the sun is shining.....
- slow -
Tarantella, the spoon is a friend:
Don’t get lost in the alley
where it’s supposed to take me...
Now singing and dancing,
the curfew is forgotten,
I just want to walk...
When we’re at Santa Lucia,
"Lord," - it tells us -
this is where my home was,
I’m left all alone..."
And crying, crying, it moves on...
...but then, nostalgia,
quickly comes to an end...
- speeding up -
As long as the sun is shining.....