Stavota, siente a me, te si' sbagliata.Tu si' felice? E io cchiù felice 'e te.Mm'aggio truvato n'ata 'nnammurata,chella ca overamente fa pe' me.
Cchiù bella 'e te,no, nun è nata ancora,ma è 'nnammurata e sòrachesta ca sape chiagnere.Bella nun è,ma è n'anema sincera.Cride ca tutte tènonon'anema neracomm'a te.
E comme chiagne 'a 'nnammurata miaquanno mme vede 'e ridere accussí.Mm' 'a legge dint' 'o core 'sta buscíae nun perdona a chi mme fa suffrí.
This time, listen to me, you're wrong.You are happy? Then I'm happier than you.I found another girlfriend,who's really the right one for me.
A girl prettier than you,no, hasn't been born yet,but she is affectionate and firm,this girl can cry.She is not beautifulbut she's an honest soulYou believe everyonehas a black soullike you.
And how much my girlfriend crieswhen she looks at me laughing like this.She reads this lie within my heartand doesn't forget who causes me pain.