Vide 'o mare quant'è bello

Spira tantu sentimento

Comme tu a chi tiene a mente

Ca scetato 'o faie sunnà

Guarda qua, chistu ciardino

Siente, sì sti sciure arance

Nu profumo accussì fino

Dinto 'o core se ne va

E tu dici "io parto, addio!"

T'alluntane da stu core

Da sta terra de l'ammore

Tiene 'o core 'e nun turnà

Ma nun me lassà

Nun darme stu turmiento

Torna a Surriento

Famme campà

Hear the music of the waters,

bars of tender passion sighing

like thy heart to which go flying

all my thoughts in wakeful dream

See the lovely dewey garden

breathing orange perfumed greetings

Nought can set my heart a-beating

like the frangrance of its bloom

Now I hear that thou must leave me

thou and I will soon be parted

Cant though leave me broken hearted?

Will thou never more return?

Ma nun me lassà

Nun darme stu turmiento

Back to Sorrento

Famme campà