Sing a song for me tonight, You so beautiful with the golden voice Sing it to me tonight, so if I die I die listening to a beautiful song... Sing a sailor's serenade... That hasn't been sung for a long time... The sea! So many ships at sea tonight... But why aren't you singing? What are you thinking?
Sing: that I may accompany you on the guitar, who knows that tonight one doesn't awaken love, unlucky love and a singer who wants nothing: one heart and a guitar... Sing, what a beautiful sleeping Neaples, cradle of gold for one who wants to dream But what are you thinking -- so solitary and silent? But what are you waiting for if you don't want to sing?