O Lola ch’ai di latti la cammisa Si bianca e russa comu la cirasa, Quannu t’affacci fai la vucca a risa, Biato cui ti dà lu primu vasu! Ntra la porta tua lu sangu è sparsu, E nun me mporta si ce muoru accisu… E s’iddu muoru e vaju mparadisu Si nun ce truovo a ttia, mancu ce trasu.
O Lola, your dress is white as milk, you are white and red like a cherry, your lips smile when you look through the window, blessed is the man who gives you the first kiss! Your threshold is spranked with blood, and I don’t care if I’m killed there. And if I die and go to Paradise, if I don’t find you there I will not even enter.