Come back to Sorrento (Torna a Surriento) Words by G. B. DE CURTIS English Version by CLAUDE AVELING
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I.-Hear the music of the waters, Vows of tender passion sighing, Like thy heart to which go flying All my thoughts in wakeful dream. See the lovely dewy garden, Breathing orange-perfumed greeting, Nought can set my heart a-beating Like the fragrance of its bloom, Now I hear that thou must leave me. Thou and I will soon be parted, Canst thou leave me broken hearted? Wilt thou nevermore return ? Then say not good-bye ! Come back again, beloved, Back to Sorrento, Or I must die. 2.-See the waves of fair Sorrento, Hiding wealth of buried treasure, Man the whole wide world may measure, Yet cannot forget their charm : Siren voices floating round thee Whisper their melodious numbers, Fain to woo thee in thy slumbers, Chanting tender songs of love. Now I hear that thou must leave me, Thou and I will soon be parted, Canst thou leave me broken hearted? Wilt thou nevermore return ? Then say not good-bye ! Come back again, beloved, Back to Sorrento, Or I must die. CLAUDE AVELING
Testo Napoletano I.-Vide 'o mare quant'e be110 ! Spira tantu sentimento, Comme tu a chi tiene mente, C a scetato ' o faie sunna. Guarda, gua', chistu ciardino : Siente, sii' sti sciure arance; N u prujiuno accussi fino Dinto ' o core se ne va... E tu dice: "I' parto, addio !" T'alluntane da stu core... Da sta terra de l'ammore ... Tiene 'o core 'e nun turna ? M a nun me lassa, N u n darme stu turmiento ! Torna a Surriento, Famme campa ! 2.- Vide ' o mare de Surriento, Che tesoro tene 'nfunno; Chi ha girato tutto 'o munno N u n l'ha visto comm'a cca. Guarda attuorno sti Sserene, C a te guardano 'ncantate E te vonno tantu bene... Te vulessero vasa. E tu dice :"I' parto, addio !" T'alluntane da stu core... Da sta terra de l'ammore... Tiene 'o core 'e nun turna ? M a nun me lassa, N u n darme stu turmiento ! Torna a Surriento, Famme camph ! G. B. DE CURTIS
