Antonio
Renato
Alba 'e settembre…
Sole 'int'a ll'ombra…
'Na rundinella, partenno,
Ha scritto p' 'o cielo: "Addio"…
E mmò
Ca me dice "Addio" pure tu,
Parte tutt' 'o munno cu tte;
Sulo settembre resta cu mme…
E mmò
Tutt' 'e ccose belle, che ssò?
Niente, nun sò niente pecché
Sulo settmbre resta cu mme.
Notte prufumate 'e suonne
Sott' ô chiaro 'e luna,
Passate cu tte;
Spiagge ricamate 'e mare
Sott' ô cielo d'oro cu tte, addio.
E mmò
Ca me dice "Addio" pure tu,
Perdo tutt' 'o munno cu tte;
Sulo settembre resta cu mme.
Settembre…
Sulo settembre resta cu mme!
September dawn…
Sun rising from the darkness…
A swallow, flying away,
Has written in the sky: "Goodbye"…
And now
That you say "Goodbye" to me too,
The whole world disappears with you;
Only September stays with me…
And now
Every beautiful things we had, what are they?
Nothing, they are nothing because
Only September stays with me.
Nights full of dreams
Under the moonlight,
Spent with you;
Patterns on the sand left by the sea waves
Under the clear sky with you, goodbye.
And now
That you say "Goodbye" to me too,
I lose the whole world with you;
Only September stays with me.
September…
Only September stays with me!