Bellissima ragazza, Neapolitan nightmare,

I scream –

Arghh! Venus!

Why should owt come between us?

What a fuss, your love it be like gold dust.


Bellissima ragazza, Campanian campino,

My sweetheart –

So make me immortal with this myrtle crown,

Crowning glory, glorious goddess,

For God’s sake, give us a kiss, love.