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‘A canzona ‘e Napule (The Song of Naples)

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lyrics by Libero Bovio
music by Ernesto De Curtis

This particular song was a common sentiment among Italian immigrants to America at the turn of the century. Given that today is Columbus Day, it seems only fitting to remember. Here is Roberto Murolo singing it:

Original NapuletanoMy translation
Mme ne vogl’i’ a ll’America,
Ca sta luntana assaje.
Mme ne vogl’i’ addò maje
Te pozzo ‘ncuntrà cchiù.		I wish about going to America,
Which is far away.
I wish about where never
I can encounter you anymore.
Mme voglio scurdà ‘o cielo,
Tutt’ ‘e ccanzone e ‘o mare.
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e Napule,
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e mammema,
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e te.		I want to forget the sky,
All the songs and the sea.
I want to forget about Naples,
I want to forget about my mother,
I want to forget about you.
Nun voglio cchiù nutizie
D’amice e d’ ‘e pariente.
Nun voglio sapè niente
‘E chello ca se fa!		I don’t want news anymore
About friends and of relatives.
I don’t wan to know anything
About that which happens!
Mme voglio scurdà ‘o cielo,
Tutt’ ‘e ccanzone e ‘o mare.
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e Napule,
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e mammema,
Mme voglio scurdà ‘e te.		I want to forget the sky,
All the songs and the sea.
I want to forget about Naples,
I want to forget about my mother,
I want to forget about you.
Ma quanto è bella Napule!
Stanotte è bella assaje!
Nun ll’aggio vista maje
Cchiù bella ‘e comm’a mò!		But how beautiful is Naples!
This evening is gorgeous!
I have never seen it
So beautiful like this now!
Comme mme scordo ‘o cielo,
Tutt’ ‘e ccanzone e ‘o mare?
Comme mme scordo ‘e Napule?
Comme mme scordo ‘e mammema?
Comme mme scordo ‘e te?		How could I forget the sky,
All of the songs and the sea?
How could I forget about Naples?
How could I forget about my mother?
How could I forget about you?

Featured image from Wikipedia.

‘A livella (The Level)

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by Antonio DeCurtis (aka Totò)

This is a poem about a ghost story that takes place on November 2nd (All Souls Day). It starts out in Standard Italian, but very quickly ends up in Neapolitan – but from there it shifts registers between two of the characters (one being more formal, the other more mean). I’ve tried to translate it while keeping it 1) more or less true to the original words, and 2) in meter and rhyme – which I admit was tough to do in a few places.

Here’s a video of Totò, himself, performing it. See if you can keep up:

Original NapuletanoMy translation (in verse)
Ogn’anno, il due novembre, c’è l’usanza
per i defunti andare al Cimitero.
Ognuno ll’adda fa’ chesta crianza;
ognuno adda tené chistu penziero.		Each year, on November 2nd,
it is usually customary,
for each of us who has lost someone,
To visit the cemetery.
Ogn’anno, puntualmente, in questo giorno,
di questa triste e mesta ricorrenza,
anch’io ci vado, e con dei fiori adorno
il loculo marmoreo ‘e zi’ Vicenza.		Every year and without fail,
on this sad and gloomy day,
I go there too, flowers in-hand
for Aunt Vincenza’s grave.
St’anno m’è capitata ‘n’avventura…
dopo di aver compiuto il triste omaggio
(Madonna!), si ce penzo, che paura!
ma po’ facette un’anema ‘e curaggio.		This year was different for
after having completed this sad homage,
(Mother of God!) To think of it,
I nearly lost my courage.
‘O fatto è chisto, statemi a sentire:
s’avvicenava ll’ora d”a chiusura:
io, tomo tomo, stavo per uscire
buttando un occhio a qualche sepoltura.		This is what happened, so listen up!
For it was quite the scare:
At closing time, I wandered by,
looking at graves here and there.
«QUI DORME IN PACE IL NOBILE MARCHESE
SIGNORE DI ROVIGO E DI BELLUNO
ARDIMENTOSO EROE DI MILLE IMPRESE
MORTO L’11 MAGGIO DEL ’31».		One read: “HERE RESTS THE NOBLE MARQUIS
LORD OF ROVIGO AND OF BELLUN’
HERO OF A THOUSAND DEEDS
DEAD MAY 11th 1931″
‘O stemma cu ‘a curona ‘ncoppa a tutto…
…sotto ‘na croce fatta ‘e lampadine;
tre mazze ‘e rose cu ‘na lista ‘e lutto:
cannele, cannelotte e sei lumine.		The coat of arms with a crown on top
Below a cross of lights imposes,
Six candles and a votive lamp
Among a bunch of roses.
Proprio azzeccata ‘a tomba ‘e stu signore
nce steva n’ata tomba piccerella,
abbandunata, senza manco un fiore;
pe’ segno, sulamente ‘na crucella.		Next to the tomb of this noble man
stood another grave, very small,
Forlorn, with not a flower on it,
Just a cross… and that was all.
E ncoppa ‘a croce appena se liggeva:
«ESPOSITO GENNARO NETTURBINO»
Guardannola, che ppena me faceva
stu muorto senza manco nu lumino!		Atop the cross it was hard to see
The script was faint and wan,
And as I read it I was saddened:
“HERE LIES GENNARO, THE GARBAGE MAN”
Questa è la vita! ‘Ncapo a me penzavo…
chi ha avuto tanto e chi nun ave niente!
Stu povero maronna s’aspettava
ca pure all’atu munno era pezzente?		Such is life! I told myself
He had nothing when he died.
Did this poor man ever expect,
to be a wretch on the other side?
Mentre fantasticavo stu penziero,
s’era ggià fatta quase mezanotte,
e i’ rummanette ‘nchiuso priggiuniero,
muorto ‘e paura… nnanze ‘e cannelotte.		And as I thought, midnight chimed,
And closing time arrived.
Scared to death I found the gate
was locked with me inside!
Tutto a ‘nu tratto, che veco ‘a luntano?
Ddoje ombre avvicenarse ‘a parte mia…
Penzaje: stu fatto a me mme pare strano…
Stongo scetato… dormo, o è fantasia?		Suddenly what do I notice?
Two shadows coming towards me.
Am I awake? Or am I asleep?
Or is this all just fantasy?
Ate che fantasia; era ‘o Marchese:
c”o tubbo, ‘a caramella e c”o pastrano;
chill’ato appriesso a isso un brutto arnese:
tutto fetente e cu ‘na scopa mmano.		No dream! It was the Marquis there
With top hat, coat – all grand –
And behind him was a nasty figure
Stinking, with broom in hand.
E chillo certamente è don Gennaro..
‘o muorto puveriello… ‘o scupatore.
‘Int’ a stu fatto i’ nun ce veco chiaro:
so’ muorte e se retireno a chest’ora?		That was, for sure, Gennaro
The garbage man looking dour.
But wait, they’re dead!
Why are they here? Walking at this hour?
Bah…Oh well…
Putevano stà ‘a me quase ‘nu palmo,
quando ‘o Marchese se fermaje ‘e botto,
s’avota e, tomo tomo… calmo calmo,
dicette a don Gennaro: «Giovanotto!		They were perhaps a breath away,
The Marquis then quickly stopped.
He turned sharply to Gennaro and
“Young man!” he sternly yalped.
Da voi vorrei saper, vile carogna,
con quale ardire e come avete osato
di farvi seppellir, per mia vergogna,
accanto a me che sono un blasonato?!		“I’d like to know, you filthy wretch,
Why you have so dared,
To inter yourself right next to me
It’s shameful, you are aware?
La casta è casta e va, sì, rispettata,
ma voi perdeste il senso e la misura;
la vostra salma andava, sì, inumata;
ma seppellita nella spazzatura!		Caste is caste, and noble blood
Commands respect that runs so deep.
Your body, on the other hand,
Should be in the garbage heap!
Ancora oltre sopportar non posso
la vostra vicinanza puzzolente.
Fa d’uopo, quindi, che cerchiate un fosso
tra i vostri pari, tra la vostra gente».		No more can I tolerate
your stink or common face.
Therefore you should find a proper grave,
More suitable to your place.”
«Signor Marchese, nun è colpa mia,
i’ nun v’avesse fatto chistu tuorto;
mia moglie è stata a ffa’ sta fessaria,
i’ che putevo fa’ si ero muorto?		“Mister Marquis, it was not my fault
to insult you like you’ve said.
It was my wife who did this deed,
what could I do since I was dead?
Si fosse vivo ve farrie cuntento,
pigliasse ‘a casciulella cu ‘e qquatt’osse,
e proprio mo, obbj’… ‘nd’a stu mumento
mme ne trasesse dinto a n’ata fossa».		Were I alive, I’d gather up
The few bones that I could save.
And take them with me right away
And find another grave.”
«E cosa aspetti, oh turpe malcreato,
che l’ira mia raggiunga l’eccedenza?
Se io non fossi stato un titolato
avrei già dato piglio alla violenza!»		“So why the wait? You filthy wretch,
Must my wrath overflow?
If I hadn’t been a titled man,
This would have come to blows!”
«Famme vedé… – piglia sta violenza…
‘A verità, Marché’, mme so’ scucciato
‘e te sentì; e si perdo ‘a pacienza,
mme scordo ca so’ muorto e so’ mazzate!…		“What’s this now? Show me then!
The fact really is, Marquis,
If this is how you truly feel
You’ll be catching blows from me!
Ma chi te cride d’essere… nu ddio?
Ccà dinto, ‘o vvuò capì, ca simmo eguale?…
… Muorto si’ tu e muorto so’ pur’io;
ognuno comme a ‘n’ato è tale e qquale».		What do you think? That you are God?
That really is deceitful.
Dead are you and dead I am,
And here we are but equals!”
«Lurido porco!… Come ti permetti
paragonarti a me ch’ebbi natali
illustri, nobilissimi e perfetti,
da fare invidia a Principi Reali?».		“You filthy swine! How dare you doubt
that which my lineage evinces!
The blood that runs in my veins here
is that of royal princes!”
«Tu qua’ Natale… Pasca e Ppifania!!!
T”o vvuo’ mettere ‘ncapo… ‘int”a cervella
che staje malato ancora ‘e fantasia?…
‘A morte ‘o ssaje ched’è?… è una livella.		“From princes flows this royal blood
This lineage in which you revel?
You are diseased with a delusion!
Do you know what death is? It’s a Level.
‘Nu rre, ‘nu maggistrato, ‘nu grand’ommo,
trasenno stu canciello ha fatt”o punto
c’ha perzo tutto, ‘a vita e pure ‘o nomme:
tu nun t’hè fatto ancora chistu cunto?		A king, a prince, a great man who
walks through these gates at hand,
They have lost but everything.
Do you not yet understand?
Perciò, stamme a ssentì… nun fa’ ‘o restivo,
suppuorteme vicino – che te ‘mporta?
Sti ppagliacciate ‘e ffanno sulo ‘e vive:
nuje simmo serie… appartenimmo a morte!».		So listen up, and don’t be a fool,
To argue beyond your last breath.
Only the living indulge these fantasies,
We both here… belong to Death!”

Featured image from: https://www.napoliunplugged.com/the-valley-of-the-dead-naples-fontanelle-cemetery.html

‘O Ggiovedi Santo (Maundy Thursday)

Napulitano

by Gianni Polverino
English translation my own

Napuletano

’O Ggiovedí Santo
è na jurnata triste,
fuje ll’urdema cena
’e Ggesú Cristo.

Cu ppane e vvino
nzieme a Ggesú,
a ’sta tavula
ce stive pure tu.

Si a cchesta jurnata
tu ce pienze,
pàssate ’a mana
p’ ’a cuscienza.

English Translation

Maundy Thursday
is a sad day
it was the Last Supper
of Jesus Christ.

With bread and wine
together with Jesus
at this table
you were there, too.

If on this day
you think about it,
give a hand
to your conscience.*

*pàssate ’a mana p’ ’a cuscienza literally means “Give the hand to the conscience” but in English is more like “Ask your conscience” or “Do what you know is right.”

Era De Maggio

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Meaning “It Was of May” in Napuletano – Both the lyrics were written by Salvatore Di Giacomo and the music composed by Mario Costa in 1885. My favorite recording of it was by Roberto Murolo some time in the 1950s:

With the fact that the Coronavirus may keep us stuck isolated until May, it seems far too appropriate.

Era De Maggio

in Neapolitan

Viersetto 1

Era de maggio e te cadeano ‘nzino
a schiocche a schiocche li ccerase rosse,
fresca era ll’aria e tutto lu ciardino
addurava de rrose a ciente passe.

Era de maggio; io, no, nun mme ne scordo,
na canzona cantàvemo a ddoje vvoce;
cchiù tiempo passa e cchiù mme n’allicordo,
fresca era ll’aria e la canzona doce.

E diceva: «Core, core!
core mio, luntano vaje;
tu me lasse e io conto ll’ore,
chi sà quanno turnarraje!»

Rispunneva io: «Turnarraggio
quanno tornano li rrose,
si stu sciore torna a maggio,
pure a maggio io stonco ccà».

Viersetto 2

E sò turnato, e mò, comm’a na vota,
cantammo ‘nzieme la canzona antica;
passa lu tiempo e lu munno s’avota,
ma ammore vero, no, nun vota vico.

De te, bellezza mia, mm’annammuraje,
si t’allicuorde, ‘nnanze a la funtana:
ll’acqua llà dinto nun se secca maje,
ferita d’ammore nun se sana.

Nun se sana; ca sanata
si se fosse, gioia mia,
‘mmiezo a st’aria ‘mbarzamata
a guardarte io nun starria!

E te dico: «Core, core!
core mio, turnato io sò,
torna a maggio e torna ammore,
fà de me chello che vuò!».

It Was of May

my English translation

Verse 1

It was of May, and they were falling into your lap
bunches and bunches of red cherries,
Fresh was the air and all of the garden
was scented with rose, for a hundred paces.

It was of May; I, no, I don’t forget
a song sung with two voices;
more time passes and more I remember
fresh was the air and the sweet song.

And she said: “Love, love!
my love, you’re going far away;
you’re leaving me and I count the hours,
who knows when you shall return!”

I responded: “I will return
when the roses return,
if this bloom returns in May,
then in May I will be here.”

Verse 2

And I returned, and now, like that time,
we sing together the old song;
time passes and the world turns,
but true love, no, that doesn’t change course.

Of you, my beauty, I fell in love,
if you remember, in front of the fountain:
The water there inside never dries,
and a wound of love never heals.

It never heals; that healed
if it could be, my joy,
amidst this perfumed air
I would not be looking at you!

And I say to you: “Love, love!
my love, returned I have,
May returns and love returns,
do with me what you wish!”

Featured image.

Napuletano Preposition/Article Combinations

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I’ve been compiling these from the songs and classical poetry I’ve been reading lately, and I figure that they should be put all in one place for reference.

The most used prepositions in turn-of-the-century Napuletano (Neapolitan, or Southern Italian) are:

Napuletano Italian Meaning & Notes:
d’ / ‘e di “of”, d’ in front of vowels, ‘e everywhere else.
a a “to,” triggers doubling of the next consonant.
da / ‘a da “from”, often just as da
‘n in “in,” usually prefixed on the word it precedes (e.g. ‘nciello).
ncoppo su “on”

These combine with the definite articles:

  • ‘o – masculine
  • ‘a – feminine
  • ‘e – plural
  • ll’ – preceding a vowel

And these combinations are are completely different from Standard Italian:

‘o ‘a ‘e ll’
sing. pl.
d’/’e d”o d”a d”e ‘e ll’ (same as sing.)
a ô â ê a ll’ (same as sing.)
da/’a da ‘o da ‘a da ‘e ‘a ll’ (same as sing.)
‘n dint”o dint”a dint”e dint’all’ dint’ali’
ncoppo ncopp”o ncopp”a ncopp”e ncopp’all’ ncopp’ali’

For da/’a, very often (especially in older Napuletano) it will provoke the article to keep its l (e.g. da lo, da la, da le, da ll’).

Other prepositions in Napuletano follow similar patterns too, such as pe, nfino, etc. and I’ll update this article here with more later.