O Sole Mio

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!