'O sole mio [English translation]

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day

the fresh air after the storm

from the fresh air the feast starts already

what a beautiful thing is a sunny day

But another prettier doesn’t exist

my sun is your forehead!

Sun, my sun

is your forehead… is your forehead.

There’s a light at the panes of your window

a laundress sings and boasts

and as she wrings, spreads and sings

there’s a light at the panes of your window.

But another prettier doesn’t exist

my sun is your forehead!

Sun, my sun

is your forehead… is your forehead.

When the night comes and the sun sets

almost a melancholy overcomes me

I would stay at your window

when the night comes and the sun sets

But another prettier doesn’t exist

my sun is your forehead!

Sun, my sun

is your forehead… is your forehead.