Pigliate 'na pastiglia

Sing Naples.
Naples in the pharmacy.
Eh eh.

I walk every night,
I walk staggering,
I never sleep,
I never close my eyes
and I don't drink coffee.

Go lie down, listen to me!
Go lie down, listen to me!

A shutter that bangs,
A streetlight that shines
and a drunkard who says,
knocking on a door:
"Open up, Cuncè'!"
For three months I can't sleep anymore,
a little mouth I would like to forget.
People, tell me what should I do.

Take a pill!
Take a pill,
listen to me!

To make me sleep,
to make me forget
my sweet love.

Take a pill!
Take a pill,
listen to me!

To make me feel
like a great lover
and intoxicate my heart.

In the shop windows of all the pharmacists,
the old chamomile has given way
to the balls of glycerophosphate,
bromotelevisionated,
zero grams, zero, three.
Ah!

Take a pill,
listen to me!

In the dark a cat,
chewing on a sardine,
sweetly looks at me,
looks at me, rubs against me,
meows and says:
Listen to me, go to sleep!
Listen to me, go to sleep!

I'm just a cart donkey
loaded with love
that pulls this heart,
this heart that seeks happiness.
For three months I can't sleep anymore,
a little mouth I would like to forget.
People, tell me what should I do.

In the shop windows of all the pharmacists,
the old chamomile has given way
to the balls of glycerophosphate,
bromotelevisionated,
diddittí, bicarbonate,
talcum powder and flax seeds,
plaster and semolina,
a Florentine steak,
bologna and two sandwiches
with half a liter of wine,
a coffee with caffeine,
zero grams, zero, three.
Ah!

Take a pill,
listen to me!