| Qui dove il mare luccica
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| E tira forte il vento
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| Sulla vecchia terrazza
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| Davanti al golfo di Surriento
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| Un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
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| Dopo che aveva pianto
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| Poi si schiarisce la voce
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| E ricomincia il canto
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| Te vojo bene assai
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| Ma tanto tanto bene sai
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| E’una catena ormai
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| Che scioglie il sangue dint’e vene sai
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| Vide le luci in mezzo al mare
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| Penso alle notti la in America
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| Ma erano solo le lampare
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| E la bianca scia di un’elica
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| Senti il dolore nella musica
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| E si alzo dal pianoforte
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| Ma quando vide uscire
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| La luna da una nuvola
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| Gli sembro piu dolce anche la morte
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| Guardo negli occhi la ragazza
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| Quegli occhi verdi come il mare
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| Poi all’improvviso usci una lacrima
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| E lui credette di affogare
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| Potenza della lirica
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| Dove ogni dramma e un falso
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| Che con un po’di trucco e con la mimica
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| Puoi diventare un altro
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| Ma due occhi che ti quardano
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| Cosi vicini e veri
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| Ti fan scordare le parole
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| Confondono i pensierei
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| Cos diventa tutto piccolo
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| Anche le notti la in America
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| Ti volti e vedi la tua vita
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| Dietro la scia di un’elica
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| Ma si, e la vita che finisce
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| E non ce penso poi tanto
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| Anzi, si sentiva gia felice
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| E ricomincio il suo canto
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| Te vojo bene assai
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| Ma tanto tanto bene sai
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| E una catena ormai
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| Che scioglie il sangue dint’e vene sai
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| Translation:
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| Here, where the sea shines
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| And the wind howls
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| On the old terrace
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| Beside the gulf of Sorrento
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| A man embraces a girl
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| After the tears
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| Then clears his throat
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| And continues the song:
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know
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| He saw the lights out on the sea
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| Thought of the nights there in America
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| But they were only the fisherman’s lamps
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| And the white wash astern
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| He felt the pain in the music
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| And stood up from the piano
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| But when he saw the moon
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| Emerging from a cloud
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| Death also seemed sweeter to him
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| He looked the girl in the eyes
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| Those eyes as green as the sea
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| Then suddenly a tear fell
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| And he believed he was drowning
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much, you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know
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| The power of opera
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| Where every drama is a hoax
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| With a little make-up and with mine
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| You can become someone else
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| But two eyes that look at you
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| So close and real
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| Make you forget the words
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| Confuse your thoughts
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| So everything becomes small
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| Also the nights there in America
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| You turn and see your life
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| Through the white wash astern
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| But, yes, it is life that ends
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| And he did not think much about it On the contrary, he already felt happy
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| And continued his song
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much, you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know |