A la ciutat de Nàpols
Cris Juanico
In the City of Naples
In the city of Naples
there is a prison,
my life.
There is a prison,
my life, my love.
There are twenty-nine prisoners
who sing their song,
my life.
Who sing their song,
my life, my love.
Madam is at the window,
listening to the song,
my life.
Listening to the song,
my life, my love.
The prisoners are afraid
they will no longer sing, no,
my life.
They will no longer sing, no,
my life, my love.
Why don't you sing, prisoners?
Why don't you sing, no,
my life.
Why don't you sing, no,
my life, my love.
How do you expect us to sing, lady,
locked inside the prison?
my life.
Locked inside the prison,
my life, my love.
Oh, my father, my father,
I ask you for a gift,
my life.
I ask you for a gift,
my life, my love.
My daughter Margalida,
what gift do you want me to give you?
my life.
What gift do you want me to give you,
my life, my love.
Oh, father, my father,
the keys to the prison,
my life.
The keys to the prison,
my life, my love.
My daughter Margalida,
I cannot give them to you, no,
my life.
I cannot give them to you, no,
my life, my love.
Because tomorrow is Saturday
and we have to hang them all,
my life.
And we have to hang them all,
my life, my love.
Oh, father, my father,
do not hang my love,
my life.
Do not hang my love,
my life, my love.
The one wearing green pants,
and colorful ribbons,
my life.
And colorful ribbons,
my life, my love.
My daughter Margalida,
he will be the first,
my life.
He will be the first,
my life, my love.
Because he was the one who dug
out of that sad prison,
my life.
Out of that sad prison,
my life, my love.
In the city of Naples
there is a prison,
my life.
There is a prison,
my life, my love.