'O ciucciariello [English translation]

On a lonely white road

between the smell and the country air,

a little cart, slowly, goes away.

This donkey does not get tired,

in no hurry, why should he have it?

And this village is far away

where no one has to wait for us.

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey,

this cart, you pull it.

And ring, ring, ring the bell,

but those who waited are no longer there.

A lying woman left me,

far from the countryside she is gone.

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey,

take me by another road.

Oh good and calm donkey,

you who have always seen embraced,

a promise of marriage,

you heard it too.

She said, "You are my life

and in the spring we have to get married ".

It wasn't true, it was a lie,

she left, who knows where she is?

And pull, pull, pull, oh little donkey,

........................

On a lonely white road

between the smell and the country air,

a little cart, slowly goes away