The Italian song “Funiculì, Funiculà” dates from 1880 and was originally written in the Neapolitan dialect by composer Luigi Denza and journalist Peppino Turco (lyrics) to inaugurate the first funicular cable on Mount Vesuvius.
Besides the literary translation in English there is another version of the song, known as “A Merry Life” which was adapted and composed by lyricist Edward Oxenford, being more popular in English speaking countries.
The original version of “Funiculì, Funiculà” has been promoted internationally by many artists in movies, cartoons, soundtracks or commercials.
“Funiculì, Funiculà” Lyrics
Funiculì, Funiculà Neapolitan song
Aissera, oje Nanniné, me ne sagliette,
tu saje addó, tu saje addó
Addó ‘stu core ‘ngrato cchiù dispietto
farme nun pò! Farme nun pò!
Addó lu fuoco coce, ma se fuje
te lassa sta! Te lassa sta!
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struje
sulo a guardà, sulo a guardà.
(Coro)
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà,
‘ncoppa, jamme jà, funiculì, funiculà!
Né, jamme da la terra a la montagna!
Nu passo nc’è! Nu passo nc’è!
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna…
Io veco a tte! Io veco a tte!
Tirato co la fune, ditto ‘nfatto,
‘ncielo se va, ‘ncielo se va.
Se va comm’ ‘a lu viento a l’intrasatto,
guè, saglie, sà! Guè, saglie, sà!
(Coro)
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà,
‘ncoppa, jamme jà, funiculì, funiculà!
Se n’è sagliuta, oje né, se n’è sagliuta,
la capa già! La capa già!
È gghiuta, po’ è turnata, po’ è venuta,
sta sempe ccà! Sta sempe ccà!
La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno,
attuorno a tte! Attuorno a tte!
Stu core canta sempe nu taluorno:
Sposamme, oje né! Sposamme, oje né!
(Coro)
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
Jamme, jamme ‘ncoppa, jamme jà,
funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà,
‘ncoppa, jamme jà, funiculì, funiculà!
Funiculì, Funiculà English translation
I climbed up high this evening, oh, Nanetta,
Do you know where? Do you know where?
Where this ungrateful heart
No longer pains me! No longer pains me!
Where fire burns, but if you run away,
It lets you be, it lets you be!
It doesn’t follow after or torment you
Just with a look, just with a look.
(Chorus)
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!
To the top we’ll go, funiculi, funicula!
Let’s go from here below up to the mountain,
A step away! A step away!
You can see France, Procida, and Spain,
And I see you! And I see you!
You rise, pulled by a cable, quick as a wink,
Into the sky! Into the sky!
We’ll rise up like a whirlwind all of a sudden
Knows how to do! Knows how to do!
(Chorus)
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!
To the top we’ll go, funiculi, funicula!
The car has climbed up high, see, climbed up high now,
Right to the top! Right to the top!
It went, and turned around, and came back down,
And now it’s stopped! And now it’s stopped!
The top is turning round, and round, and round,
Around yourself! Around yourself!
My heart is singing the same refrain:
We should be wed! We should be wed!
(Chorus)
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Let’s go, let’s go! To the top we’ll go!
Funiculi, funicula, funiculi, funicula!
To the top we’ll go, funiculi, funicula!
“A Merry Life”
English Traditional Version of Funiculì, Funiculà
Some think the world is made for fun and frolic,
And so do I! And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic,
To pine and sigh; to pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing,
Some joyous song, some joyous song,
To set the air with music bravely ringing
Is far from wrong! Is far from wrong!
Harken, harken, music sounds a-far!
Harken, harken, with a happy heart!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Joy is everywhere, funiculì, funiculà!
Ah me! ’tis strange that some should take to sighing,
And like it well! And like it well!
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying,
So cannot tell! So cannot tell!
With laugh, with dance and song the day soon passes
Full soon is gone, full soon is gone,
For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses
To call their own! To call their own!
Harken, harken, hark the soft guitar!
Harken, harken, hark the soft guitar!
Funiculì, funiculà, funiculì, funiculà!
Hark the soft guitar, funiculì, funiculà!