Texts of the Neapolitan songs

Marzo: 'nu poco chiove
E 'n'atu ppoco stracqua.
Torna a chiovere, schiove,
Ride 'o sole cu ll'acqua.

Mò 'nu cielo celeste,
Mò 'n'aria cupa e nera.
Mò, d' 'o vierno, 'e ttempeste,
Mò 'n'aria 'e primmavera.

Marzo: 'nu poco chiove
E 'n'atu ppoco stracqua.

'N'auciello freddigliuso
Aspetta ch'esce 'o sole.
'Ncopp' ô tturreno 'nfuso
Suspirano 'e vviole.

Catarì, che vuò cchiù?
'Ntienneme, core mio!
Marzo, tu 'o ssaje, sì tu
E 'st'auciello songh'io.

Marzo: 'nu poco chiove
E 'n'atu ppoco stracqua.

March: it's raining a little
And a little it ceases.
It's raining again and stops,
The sun shines at the water.

Now the sky is clear,
Now the heaven is dark.
Now it's winter tempest,
Now it's the sky of spring.

March: it's raining a little
And a little it ceases.

A frozen bird
Waits for the appearance of the sun.
Upon the wet earth
The violets are trembling.

Catherine, what do you want else?
Understand me, my sweetheart!
March it's you and you know it
And this bird it's me.

March: it's raining a little
And a little it ceases.