A ROSA NOVA
 
A pianta e rosa rossa ca’ io tenevo
purtave n’addore bello e paravise
nu jiuorne m’accurgiette ca’ me mureve
perdiette st’ammore e rose e pure stu’ surrise
 
Da tantu tiempo mo’ a sto’ addaqquanne
a chesta pianta morta cu’ st’ammore
chi e’ sape se’ fiorisce a fine e st’anno
e torna a ghienghe stu’ fuosse rinte o core
 
Asciette fore a casa na matina
vediette nu’ bocciuolo russe ca’ nasceva
da’ luntane pareva comme na’ lampadina
saglieve ammieze e spine ca’ crisceva
 
A sto’ guardanne, e crisceve pa’a jjiurnata
nu poco a vota, ed io c’u’ core mio l’aspetta
quanne pero’ sta’ rosa rossa e germogliata
nun e’ maie comme e chella ca’ murette

di: Antonio De Girolamo

THE NEW ROSE
 
The red rose bush that I had
It had a pretty bouquet smell of Paradise
one day I noticed that it was dying
I lost my lovely rose and my great smile
 
It has been long time now, that I’m watering
this dead rose bush with all my love
who knows if it will bloom by year end
and fill ones again the emptiness in my heart
 
I went outside my house one morning
and I saw a brand new rose bud being born
from afar it looked like a beam of red light
that was climbing and growing through the thorns
 
I’m looking at it now and its growing by the day
little by little and I’m waiting for it with my heart
but even when this new rose has fully blooms
It will never be like the one that died

by: Antonio De Girolamo