Malatia - Maysa

Tu sì na malatia

Ca me dà 'na smania e te vedè

Ne ven 'a frennesia

Tutt’e sere quand aspett’a te

Tu si na malatia

Ca me passa sul 'mbraccio a te

Quanta malincunia quand rest sul e senz e te

Ammore suonname quando t’adduorme

Ammore vasame comme vogl’ie

No no nun me lassà

Si po' nun duorme

Sta malatia me fa murì…

Tu si na malatia

Ca se sai’na si tu staie cu’mme

Sì tutt’a vita mìa

Chistu core more senz e te

You yes na sickness

Ca gives me 'na mania and you see

He came to frenzy

All evenings when it's waiting for you

You are sickly

Ca pass me on the arm to you

How much melancholy when it remains on and without you

Love suomame when you fall asleep

Ammore pottery as I wish

No no nun me there

Yes little nun duorme

He is sickly makes me murì ...

You are sickly

Ca if you know a yes tu staie cu'mme

Yes, all for my life

Chistu core more senz e te