(E. Murolo / E. Tagliaferri) From a recital in Englewood, New Jersey, March 18, 1962.Piscatore 'e stu mare 'e Pusillecoch 'ogne notte mme siente 'e cantapiscato, sti pparole so' lacrenepe' Maria ca luntana mme sta!Dorme 'o mare...voca, vocaTutt'e pace attuorno a me...Ma pecche,ma pecche mm'he lassatomentr'io moro, stannote, pe' te?Cassarella d' 'o Capo 'e Pusilleco,sponta 'a luna e te vene a vasaQuanta notte aggio perzoguardanotte,quanta juorne aggio visto schiara!Dorme 'o mare...voca, vocaTutt'e pace attuorno a me...Ma pecche,ma pecche mm'he lassatomentr'io moro, stannote, pe' te?Zitto oje core, ca 'nterra Pusilleco,veco n'ombra ca segno mme faNa manella e na vocemme chiamano:fra sti bracce Maria vo' turnaDorme 'o mare...Oje belle viene'ncielo 'a luna saglie e va.Vita mia!Vita mia mme vuo' beneCa is e suonno nun farme sceta.THE FISHERMAN OF PUSILLECOFisherman, this sea is Pusillecothat each night I hear singingFisherman, these words are tearsbecause Maria is far away from me.The sea sleeps row, rowEverything is at peace around me.But why,but why did you leave mewhile I am dying tonight for you?Oh my leader of Pusilleco,the moon appears and comes to kiss you.How many nights have I lost the night watchhow many days have I seen it clear!The sea sleeps row, rowEverything is at peace around me.But why,but why did you leave mewhile I am dying tonight for you?Silence this heart that lands in PusillecoOld shadow signals meA little hand and a voice call to mein these arms of Maria I want to return.Sleep, oh sea...this beauty comes;in the sky the moon rises and goes.My life!My life, she doesnt love me,dont make me accept it.The sea sleeps... row, row.