Original text – Neapolitan dialect

Aieressera, oi’ ne’, me ne sagliette,
tu saie addo’?
Addo’ ‘stu core ‘ngrato cchiu’ dispietto farme nun po’!
Addo’ lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie
te lassa sta!
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, ‘ncielo a guarda’!…
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’,
funiculi’, funicula’!

Ne’… jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc’e’!
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna…
Io veco a tte!
Tirato co la fune, ditto ‘nfatto,
‘ncielo se va..
Se va comm’ ‘a lu viento a l’intrasatto, gue’, saglie sa’!
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’,
funiculi’, funicula’!

Se n’ ‘e’ sagliuta, oi’ ne’, se n’ ‘e’ sagliuta la capa già!
E’ gghiuta, po’ e’ turnata, po’ e’ venuta…
sta sempe cca’!
La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno,
attuorno a tte!
Sto core canta sempe
nu taluorno
Sposammo, oi’ ne’!
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’,
funiculi’, funicula’!

English translation 1

Do you know where I got on, yesterday evening, baby?
Where this ungrateful heart can’t be spiteful to me more!
Where the fire burns, but if you
run away it let you go!
And it doesn’t run after you,
doesn’t tire you, looking at sky!…
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi’, funicula’!

We go from the ground to the
mountain, baby! Without walking!
You can see France, Procida and
Spain…
I see you!
Pulled by a rope, no sooner said
than done, we go to the skies..
We go like the wind all of a sudden, go up, go up!
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi’, funicula’!

The head has already got on,
baby, got on!
It has gone, then returned, then
come…
It is still here!
The head turns, turns, around,
around,
around you!
This heart always sings one of these days: Get married to me, baby!
Let go on, let go, let go,
funiculi’, funicula’!

English translation 2

Yesterday evening, my love, I went up,
do you know where?
Where this ungrateful heart cannot spite me any more!
Where the fire burns, but if you flee
it lets you be!
And it doesn’t chase you, it doesn’t burn you, to see the sky!…
Let go together, let’s go there,
funicular downhill, funicular uphill!

Let’s go from the ground to the mountain, my love! Without walking!
You can see France, Procida and Spain…
and I see you!
Pulled by a rope, no sooner said than done,
we go to the skies..
We go like the wind all of a sudden, go up, go up!
Let’s go together, let’s go there,
funicular downhill, funicular uphill!

We’ve climbed it, my love, we’ve already climbed to the top!
It has gone, then returned, then come back…
It is still here!
The empty empty summit, around, around,
around you!
This heart still sings
and is not petulant
Let’s be married, my love!
Let’s go together, let’s go there,
funicular downhill, funicular uphill!

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