That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun, N' serene air doppo na storm! Pe' ll' fresh air seems na festivity already... That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun. But n' atu sun Beautiful cchiù, oje of '. ' Or sun mine It is ' nfronte to you! Quanno makes night and ' or sun if of scenne, Me veins quase ' na malincunia; Under ' to restarria fenesta toia Quanno ago night and ' or sun if of scenne. But n' atu sun Beautiful cchiù, oje of '. ' Or sun mine It is ' nfronte to you!