Si putesse vedè Napule

I always imagined the world in my own way
but it was useless.
I even gave a temporary face to God
some Sundays.
With my hands, I got to know myself a little more,
a caress to make mom happy
and the sound of this piano that makes me sing.
But the desire that can never come true is always the same,
it's not Paris or the warm sun of Hawaii, but to see Naples.
Let's pretend that for a moment
we are walking through your city
if you lend me your eyes too
give color to what you will say.
If I could see Naples
Margellina on the Vomero
when we were in Posillipo, you would come to America.
It would take a week to speak Neapolitan
and even sing 'O Sole Mio.
If I take you with me to Naples
to a suitcase of tears to make you return to America,
I want the Neapolitans who have been away for so long.
As much as you talk about your city with love, don't cry.
Calling now is not the right thing, come on, it would be stupid.
Maybe the crazy desire to talk makes you forget the 6 extra hours,
take me back to your city, I only visited half of it.
If I could see Naples
Margellina on the Vomero
when we were in Posillipo, you would come to America.
It would take a week to speak Neapolitan
and even sing 'O Sole Mio.
If I take you with me to Naples
to a suitcase of tears to make you return to America,
I want the Neapolitans who have been away for so long.