Outside the walls there is a lit girl, 
Among the thorns, a house has been built: 
The night rests at the leaves,
And there is no rose more beautiful.
Sleep, Carmè, the most beautiful thing in life is to sleep.
Dream of me, up in the sky I will go with you. 
A ship came from afar,
And to Sorrento, my fairy left
On the rock where Tramontano is!
There is not a more beautiful site in the sky.
Come, Carmè, do you remember?
You are the fairy.
Come back with me,
You make me go up to the sky. 
I don't want to leave you ever again!