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Qui
dove il mare luccica,
e tira forte il vento
sulla vecchia terrazza
davanti al golfo di Surriento
un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
dopo che aveva pianto
poi si schiarisce la voce,
e ricomincia il canto
Te vojo bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
и una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint-e
vene sai-
Vide le luci in mezzo al mare,
penso alle notti lа in America
ma erano solo le lampare
e la bianca scia di un-elica
senti il dolore
nella musica,
e si atzт dal pianoforte
ma quando vide uscire
la luna da una nuvola,
gli sembro piu dolce anche la morte
guardт negli occhi la ragazza,
quegli occhi verdi come il mare
poi all-improvviso usci una lacrima
e lui credette di affogare
Te vojo bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
и una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint-e
vene sai-
Potenza della lirica,
dove ogni dramma e un falso
che con un po- di trucco e con la mimica
puoi diventare un altro
ma due occhi che ti guardano,
cosi vicini e veri
ti fan scordare le parole,
confondono i pensieri
cosi diventa tutto piccolo,
anche le notti lа in America
ti volti e vedi la tua vita,
dietro la scia di un-elica
ma si, la vita che finisce,
e non ci penso poi tanto
anzi, si sentiva giа felice,
e ricominciт il suo canto
Te vojo bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
и una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint-e
vene sai. |
Here,
where the sea shines
and the wind howls,
on the old terrace beside the gulf of Sorrento,
a man embraces a girl
he wept after,
then clears his throat and continues the song:
I love you very much,
very, very much, you know;
it is a chain by now
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know…
He saw the lights out on the sea,
thought of the nights there in America,
but they were only the fishermen’s lamps
and the white wash astern.
He felt the pain in the music
and stood up from the piano,
but when he saw the moon emerging from a cloud
death also seemed sweeter to him.
He looked the girl in the eyes,
those eyes as green as the sea.
Then suddenly a tear fell
and he believed he was drowning.
I love you very much,
very, very much, you know,
it is a chain by now
that melts the blood inside the vein you know…
The power of opera,
where every drama is a hoax;
with a little make-up and with mime
you can become someone else.
But two eyes that look at you,
so close and real,
make you forget the words,
confuse your thoughts,
So everything became small,
also the nights there in America.
You turn and see your life
through the white wash astern.
But, yes, it is life that ends
and he did not think so much about it
on the contrary, he already felt happy
and continued his song:
I love you very much,
very, very much, you know,
it is a chain by now
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know…
I love you very much,
very, very much, you know,
it is a chain by now
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know… |
