That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun,
N' serene air doppo na storm!
Pe' ll' fresh air seems na festivity already...
That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun.
But n' atu sun
Beautiful cchiù, oje of '.
' Or sun mine
It is ' nfronte to you!
Quanno makes night and ' or sun if of scenne,
Me veins quase ' na malincunia;
Under ' to restarria fenesta toia
Quanno ago night and ' or sun if of scenne.
But n' atu sun
Beautiful cchiù, oje of '.
' Or sun mine
It is ' nfronte to you!