Beyond the wall there's a girl,
Among the thorns her house is built,
At the leaves the night falls asleep there
And there's no rose more beautiful!

Sleep, Carmela,
The most beautiful thing in life is to sleep!
Dream about me,
I want with you to Paradise!

Every evening [bad word] to a village
She sings a beautiful song.
It tells that her heart is suffering
And only I understand this pain.

Sing, Carmela,
Your voice is so beautiful to listen!
Sing for me,
And you make me fly up to the sky!

ship arrived from far away
And took away my fairy to Sorrento,
To the rock where Tramontano lives,
In Paradise there's not this place.

Arrive, Carmela,
Do you remember? For me you're the [bad word] back with me,
At this rock we'll remain until we die!