LYRICS Pri tia diliru e spasimu: cridimi, armuzza mia: riduttu su fantasima, riduttu su fantasima, Bedda, pr’amari a tia.
La nutti o sia lu jornu, sempri pinsannu a tia, giru li mura intornu, Bedda, pr’amari a tia.
S’affacci, pri disgrazia, diri ‘un ti pozzu nenti: sunnu comu la morti supra di nui l’aggenti.
Ma iddi chi si cridinu, cu sti granni impusturi? Nni vonnu far spartiri, Bedda, lu nostru amuri!
(I am in delirium and in agony for you: believe me, my soul, I am reduced to a ghost, I'm reduced to a ghost because of loving you.
At night and by day I walk around the walls, or my beauty, thinking about how to love you.
If by chance you look at me, I can’t tell you anything: the fear of people weighs on us like death.
But who do they believe to be, those great liars? Oh my beautiful, they want to prevent our love!)
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