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Anima mia

Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
Barefoot like the child who comes from far away,
she leaves behind her twenty years for almost nothing.
Like those old suns that flee rain,
her heart seeks an asylum—a paradise.
 
Much like those melodies that some call crazy—
those that lack nothing but lyrics—
like a shadow she followed that stranger.
What does she have to lose—one more summer?
 
Her body exhausted from too many caresses,
and in her eyes the fear of tomorrow,
she is one of those who, for lack of tenderness,
does not shake her head to say no.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
She knows well that, behind the closed shutters,
are those who have never known how to love her.
This man you follow is your last chance
because, after him, say goodbye to your childhood.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 
Anima mia: hard-hearted girl—we loved you.
We did not always understand you.
Anima mia: return to the village.
Nothing has changed at your house including your bed.
 

Soon

Soon I know my love will return.
Forever, he will be near me.
He will be strong, much stronger than before—
my love, when he returns to me.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
Soon it is true that I will be able to entwine you
and offer you millions of kisses.
All will be beautiful, much more beautiful than before—
because I will be cuddled in your arms.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
~~~~~
 
We can never forget
the romance that is going to enfold us
when in springtime, the church bells will ring—
the vows that we will make.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh—you will be the sunlight of my joy.
 
Wo, oh, oh, oh, wo, oh, oh, oh, oh ...
 

I Love You

You returned alone from work towards evening
when the sound of vespers already filled the air.
I waited for you at the door to our house.
I smiled and hugged you.
 
I love you—I love you.
 
We lived in a small town where
time has seemed to stand still for an eternity.
Life there was the same every day
but it was filled with happiness.
 
I love you—I love you.
 
But one evening when you returned,
you told me: 'I have to go away.
I was ordered back and have to go.
Don't forget me—you, you, you.'
 
I love you—I love you.
 
Now I wait alone every night for you to return
when the sound of vespers already fills the air.
I wait for you at the door to our house—
I will smile when you will come.
 
I love you—I love you.
 

Before Knowing You

Before knowing you,
I fell in love.
Before knowing you,
his arms were my sweet chains,
and his gaze captivated me,
and my body close to his
was the slave of his hands.
 
Before knowing you,
I fell in love.
Before knowing you,
I was enchained by his arms,
taken captive next to him.
I was at the service of his rules,
always submissive to my desire.
Our love was my prison
before knowing you—
before knowing you.
 
But the day has come—
the day when destiny
united our paths.
 
Through you, I awaken in love,
I grow greater in love,
I am free in love.
You delivered me by love—
a love that gives instead of taking.
Your arms without my support—
your gaze, my light.
 
And my body by your grace becomes,
next to you, imperceptible to life.
Through you, I grow greater in love.
Through you, I awaken in love.
My happiness will be a new world
and I discover another love—
immense—infinite—eternal—
bigger than you and me
and that leads me to God.
 

Ah! Wonderful

Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
when love comes to light up this world here—world here.
When springtime makes life beautiful,
me, in my heart, I feel sparks.
This is happiness—if it calls out to us, we follow!
Let's go!
 
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me you love me so much.
Tell me that this world—
that this world is wonderful—marvelous.
Tell me you sing.
Tell me you dance.
Tell me you are happy—
as long as you explain
with my heart and the springtime.
 
~~~~~
 
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
when a fairy comes to study this world here—world here.
At the end of a magic wand,
with a fantastic symphony,
she sets your heart to music.
Yes soldier, that one!
 
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me that you love me.
Tell me you love me so much.
Tell me that this world—
that this world is wonderful—marvelous.
Tell me you sing.
Tell me you dance.
Tell me you are happy—
as long as you explain
with my heart and the springtime.
 
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder.
Yes, my friends, it's a marvel
to cross together hand-in-hand this world here—world here.
Yes, my friends, it's a wonder
to see one day the love that awakens.
No joy is ever the same.
Believe me, believe me
when I tell you that this world is wonderful!
 

3 Songs: A Luigi Tenco Medley

And far, far away in time,
something in the eyes of another
will make you think again of my eyes—
of these eyes that loved you so very much.
 
And far, far away in the world—
in the smile on the lips of another—
you will see that shyness
of which you made such fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
by chance, the look on a face
will recall to you my face
and the sad expression that you so loved.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one beautiful evening, you will be with someone else.
And suddenly, who knows how or why?
You will find yourself speaking to her of me.
 
A love, from this day on, so far away.
 
___________________
 
The usual road, white like salt—
the wheat to grow, the fields to plow.
Watching every day to see if it rains or shines,
to know if tomorrow you will live or die,
and one day saying 'no more' and leaving.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Going far away to search for another world,
saying farewell to the courtyard, going away in a dream.
And then a thousand streets, grey like smoke,
in a world of lights—feeling yourself so insignificant.
Leaping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields—to airplanes in the sky.
And understanding none of it and yearning to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Not knowing what to do in a world that knows all,
and having not even a single cent to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
___________________
 
When, in the evening, I return home,
I hardly have the will to speak.
Do not gaze at me with such tenderness
as if I were a child who returned disappointed.
Yes, I know, that this is most certainly not the life
that you envisioned one day for us.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see that I am not yet finished.
I cannot tell you how or when, but all will change.
 
I would rather know that you cry—
that you reproach me for having disappointed you—
and not to see you always so sweet.
Accept all that comes from me,
it makes me think more about you,
and I cannot give you more than that of me.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 

Crazy Heart

A crazy heart that still follows you
and day and night thinks only of you.
And I can never make her understand
that you love someone else and not me.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on,
that still believes you think of me.
She is not convinced that you left—
that you left me and will not return.
 
Tell her the truth—(tell her the truth).
And perhaps she will understand—(perhaps understand)
because you never before told the truth.
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that she will heal,
and you will lose her—thus you will lose her.
 
~~~~~
 
Tell her the truth—(tell her the truth).
And perhaps she will understand—(perhaps understand)
because you never before told the truth.
 
A crazy heart that loves you
and forgives you for everything you do.
But sooner or later you know that she will heal,
and you will lose her—thus you will lose her.
 
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
A crazy heart, crazy to latch on.
(latch on)
 

Dance

I close my eyes and I dream—how are you?
Come on, stay with me again—here with me.
But, in love, you cannot turn back time—no you cannot.
 
Oh, tears and smiles on us
leave an extra mark on the face.
The seasons change but my heart—does not.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
Come on, boy, dance and light up the room.
Love is a feeling that is born in a moment.
 
A new love is born—how are you?
And you still feel so very young.
You get drunk with happiness and this life of mine.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope.
Love is a feeling that blows like the wind.
 
~~~~
 
Now I smile at you, my love.
I caress your face as we part.
If you are afraid, I do not know—but my heart is not.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
Come on, boy, dance and light up the room.
Love is a feeling that is born in a moment.
 
Keep dancing with anger and hope
and do not lose any of your power.
 

Much Further Than the Earth

He comes from much further than the earth.
His life is a mystery, but he knows how to please me.
Never, even in a smile,
did he want to tell me what I want to hear.
 
He's the one who comes in all my dreams
to hover over my lips as the night comes to an end.
Despite his strange ways,
he is as beautiful as an angel when he gazes at me.
 
Tell me if I must feel love
for a great love who comes from far away?
From so far away that I no longer know anything.
 
But, much further than the earth,
I would like him to take me away like a dead leaf.
One day, when he will have understood me,
I would like him to tell me words that intoxicate me—
words that intoxicate me—
words that intoxicate me ...
 

To Leave or Die

Versions: #2
My life took on water from every side—
in a word, everything capsized.
The sky is upside down
but the world continues turning.
 
Ask what? Call whom?
My only desire is to shatter everything–
to bite the sheets on my bed—
the rage in my belly—I am going to forget you.
 
Finished with being here in your life
like a plant, like a photograph.
I fancy going out into the rain—
floating on my back in a warm river.
 
Let's end this joke of tenderness
that so many women mistake for love.
My brain is about to explode
and I'm going to extricate myself a day at a time.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and then awaken one day
in another time
rid of your love.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and never to awaken—
to stop time
as if I had dreamed it all.
 
Finish drowning yourself in emptiness
and trying to dance on moving sands.
The fear of time, the fear of lines on your skin
lessens with aging—let it be right now.
 
I will learn to run again,
to see the brilliant sun in my eyes.
I want to catch hold of wild laughter—
to live while throwing oil on the fire.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and then awaken one day
in another time
rid of your love.
 
And to leave or die or sleep for a long time—
and never to awaken—
to stop time
as if I had dreamed it all.
 

Alone with Myself

It is just eight o'clock and the house awakens.
A radio plays a song at a neighbor's house.
I butter toast standing in the kitchen
because you're always hungry in the morning.
Then each of us hurries and, on your fresh cheek,
I caress you and say: 'Until tonight.'
And you hurry away while, from my window,
I give you a good-bye wave.
 
You left and I stay here.
I stay alone, alone with myself.
All my life, I pass it here.
I stay alone, all alone at home.
 
I have what I want—the best and the worst—
the golden life and the desire to leave.
They say I'm lucky but I cry in silence
on my big bed and over my future.
Behind my grin, they do not see the evidence
of those desires that tear apart the heart—
for the gentleman across the street, for the young man passing by—
for a moment of love, for a quarter of an hour.
 
You left and I stay here.
I stay alone, alone with myself.
All my life, I pass it here.
I stay alone, all alone at home.
 
That's my vie en rose, always to do the same thing
while following the path that has been laid out for me.
Like all women, I have the same schedule,
and 'The Today Show' on TV.
Nobody imagines that I might have real thoughts—
that sometimes I might want to travel.
The adventure is over, despite myself—I'm sure
that nothing will ever happen to me.
 
You left and I stay here.
Me here alone, alone with myself.
All my life, I pass it here.
Is it really happiness, all this?
 

So True

It's true that I have an accent that rolls on songs that croon.
It's true, so true.
It’s true that I am an Italian of Egyptian birth.
It's true, so true.
But I prefer Josephine to Cleopatra, Ménilmontant to the cellars of
the Vatican.
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
 
They say it’s my brother singing for me when I'm on vacation.
Not true, no way.
They say that, for inconsequential things, I beat up my musicians.
It's true, so true.
It's true that I like beautiful boys, but, in the end, I prefer
songs.
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
 
Me—all that I want is that you love me a little,
and I confess that I am satisfied.
Since I was born, since I began to sing,
I have lovers by the thousands.
 
It’s said that some nights I emulate Sarah Bernhardt.
It's true, so true.
They say my best friend is Teilhard de Chardin.
It's true, so true.
Me—I like intellectual refrains, lyrics, words, and the
disco too
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
As Mistinguett said, 'I'm as God made me'
and that suits me very well indeed.
 
It has been said for nearly twenty years that I will not live past
the spring.
They can say whatever they want—I would not be Dalida
if I was not that way.
 
It's true that I have an accent that rolls on songs that croon.
It's true, so true.
It’s true that I am an Italian of Egyptian birth.
It's true, so true.
They say it’s my brother singing for me when I'm on vacation.
Not true, no way.
They can say whatever they want—I would not be Dalida
if I was not that way.
They can say whatever they want—I would not be Dalida
if I was not that way.
 

The Twist Lesson

From everywhere, you hear nothing but this:
a new tune that comes from down there.
A new tune that makes you feel rad,
and, like me, it will grab you.
 
It's a dance with a catchy rhythm
and it swings when danced by two.
No need for sweet gazes in the eyes.
It's enough just to be happy.
 
Twist and twist—you will all do it!
Twist and twist—and you will see everyone!
Twist and twist—the entire world twists!
 
One foot in front and both hands closed,
lean slightly over to one side,
and don't forget also to twist.
A bit more work and you have it.
 
That's it—yes like that!
 
And if tonight you go out and flirt
in the hope of hooking up,
then just do the twist like this.
I know that you will score!
 
Twist and twist—you will all do it!
Twist and twist—and you will see everyone!
Twist and twist—the entire world twists!
 
Run a little and jump from time to time.
Then lower yourself very slowly—
all the while swinging.
That's it—now you have it!
 
There it is—that's it—yes that!
There it is—good—change nothing!
There it is—twist!
 

Like a Symphony

Dreams, dreams, my love, my dream.
In the entire night shines your light
 
My love, when you dream of me, a song rises.
From heaven, the hearts of angels descend—the world changes.
Life becomes a symphony, all illuminated—
soft and clear, sweet and pure—
and you seem very close, very close to me.
 
Whispering in the unreal night, your voice calls out to me.
From heaven, the hearts of angels descend—the world changes.
My life becomes a symphony, all illuminated—
magnificent, pathetic—
it takes on every visage of love.
 
My life will be this symphony, always faithful—
eternal, eternal—that makes a dream become reality.
 
It is you, it is you, it is you.
 

Let Me Dance (Monday—Tuesday)

Versions: #2
Monday—Tuesday—
day after day, life slips away.
Monday, it's just another morning.
Tuesday, I only feel like living.
Dancing along with every song.
 
Me—I live love and dance.
I live as if I were on vacation.
I live as if I were eternal—
as if the news never was bad.
Me—I live love and laughter.
I live as if there was nothing to say.
I have forever to write my memoir—
to write my story in blue ink.
Let me dance, let me—
let me dance and sing without a care all summer.
Let me dance, let me—
dance until the end of my dream.
 
Monday, it's just another morning.
Tuesday, I only feel like living.
Dancing along with every song.
 
Me—I live love and risk.
When things do not work out, I turn over the record.
I go, I come, I have learned how to live
as if I was free and poised.
Me—I live love and laughter.
live as if there was nothing to say.
I have forever to write my memoir—
to write my story in blue ink.
Let me dance, let me—
let me dance and sing without a care all summer.
Let me dance, let me—
dance until the end of my dream.
 
Monday, it's just another morning.
Tuesday, I only feel like living.
Dancing along with every song.
 
Day after day, life slips away.
 
Let me dance, let me—
let me dance and sing without a care all summer.
Let me dance, let me—
dance until the end of my dream.
 
Monday—Tuesday—
day after day, life slips away.
Monday, it's just another morning.
Tuesday, I only feel like living.
Day after day, life slips away—new day!
 

What to do to forget

The reason would sometimes like to hunt our thoughts
The one that hasn't let us dream of losing our memory
And yet we often have to fight our memories
The future
 
La, la la...
Waltz, waltz, the world
Dance in a circle
Tell me what to do to forget
 
We are all prisoners of those we once loved
All those joys that are no more
It's like an immense void
Without you, I might see flowers open
But in my heart
It's winter
La, la, la...
 
Waltz, waltz, the world
Dance, dance in a circle
Tell me what to do to forget
Waltz, waltz, the world
Dance, dance in a circle
Tell me the sun will return
 

To Die for You

Ah, to die for you.
At the moment when your hand brushes by me—
to leave my life in your arms,
cradled by the sound of your voice.
 
Ah, to die from love.
To offer to you my final moment,
and leave this world without any regrets,
taking along my most beautiful day.
 
In order to keep our happiness
as it is now—
as a way to avoid unhappiness
with you—
and the terrible certitude
of solitude.
 
Ah, to die for you,
to take the best of ourselves
within the breath of your “I love you”
and fall asleep with my joy.
 
Talk to me, console me—
I fear that the day about to dawn
may be the last one perhaps
that our happiness will know.
 
Hold me, pacify me
when I fear for the worst.
Say nothing when you hear me say
that in the end to die is to die.
 
Ah, to die for you,
at the moment when your hand brushes by me—
to leave my life in your arms,
cradled by the sound of your voice.
 
Ah, to die from love.
To offer to you my final moment,
and leave this world without any regrets,
taking along my most beautiful day.
 
In order to keep our happiness
as it is now—
as a way to avoid unhappiness
with you—
and the terrible certitude
of solitude.
 
Ah, to die for you,
to take the best of ourselves
within the breath of your “I love you”
and fall asleep with my joy.
To die for you.
 

Our Baby Daughter

Our baby daughter has already begun to talk.
She is only a few feet tall
and walks around the house in a pink dress
with a bow in her hair.
 
But time also passes quickly for her,
and so it will seem like tomorrow when
the someone of her dreams
takes her away,
and we will be here alone, you and me.
 
Our baby daughter will go away
to discover a new world
with him,
and the two of us will stay here
in this now-empty house,
without her.
 
Our baby daughter will go away
to discover a new world
with him,
and the two of us will stay here
in this now-empty house,
without her.
 
I remember the two of us,
our first kiss and nothing more.
The swallows in the sky sped by—
together with my sweet dreams.
 
But time also passes quickly for her,
and so it will seem like tomorrow when
the someone of her dreams
takes her away,
and we will be here alone, you and me.
 
Our baby daughter will go away
to discover a new world
with him,
and the two of us will stay here
in this now-empty house,
without her.
 
(repeat last verse until fade)
 

In the prisons of Nantes

In the prisons of Nantes
Tom di li li lon
In the prisons of Nantes
There was a prisoner
There was a prisoner
 
No one came to see him
Tom di li li lon
No one came to see him
Except the jailer's daughter
Except the jailer's daughter
 
One day he asked her
Tom di li li lon
One day he asked her
What do people say about me?
What do people say about me?
 
In town people say
Tom di li li lon
In town people say
That you'll be hung
That you'll be hung
 
If they must hang me
Tom di li li lon
If they must hang me
At least untie my feet
At least untie my feet
 
The girl was young
Tom di li li lon
The girl was young
She untied his feet
She untied his feet
 
Her suitor was quick
Tom di li li lon
Her suitor was quick
He jumped in the Loire
He jumped in the Loire
 
Once he was on the other bank
Tom di li li lon
Once he was on the other bank
He started to sing
He started to sing
 
'I sing for the beauties
Tom di li li lon
I sing for the beauties
Especially the jailer's daughter
Especially the jailer's daughter
 
If I ever come back to Nantes
Tom di li li lon
If I ever come back to Nantes
Yes, I'll marry her
Yes, I'll marry her'
 
In the prisons of Nantes
Tom di li li lon
In the prisons of Nantes
There was a prisoner
There was a prisoner
 

The Keys of Love

Pink, blue, red, black—life.
Life is a very long—very long corridor
filled with doors that you need—that you need to know
how to open, how to close according—according to the day.
The keys are those—those of love.
 
And upon opening the door—the door of time,
love is lying there—lying inside.
So I looked for the particular path
that opens onto the days—the days without end.
The keys are those—those of love.
 
Never—never could I forget
the blue door where our love began.
If you want it—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
The keys are those—those of love.
 
At the end of this very long—very long corridor
is the door—the door of hope.
Each of us can—can find it.
It is enough to look—look hard for it
The keys are those—those of love.
 
Never—never could I forget
the blue door where our love began.
If you want—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
 
La, la, la ...
 
If you want—
nothing but the two of us—
we will take together
the hidden path
with doors to the secret
of our hope.
 
The keys are those—those of love.
The keys are those—those of love.
 

They Left

They left—they will always leave—always.
Over there—over there—some will die every day
because it is towards glory or death
that they left, walking in step.
Among them, my love walked at the same pace.
 
They are so young—they are so beautiful.
How—how
can my heart recognize my lover?
My heart, I will forgive you
if, to all of this, you surrender
by beating to the rhythm of their steps.
 
He left—he will come back one day—someday.
But his gaze in the end will be heavier—heavier.
I know—I saw my father come back
and,while he often spoke about his brothers-in-arms,
no, never—never did he talk about the war.
 
They left—they will always leave—always.
Over there—over there—some will die every day.
I know how they do not like war
but, to see them walking in step,
makes you believe that men are made for that.
 

She, She

She, she sings a prayer.
She, she who gives back hope.
She, she who consumes herself.
She, she comes back or will die.
 
She, she every springtime.
She, she is as beautiful as ever.
She, she alone falls into despair.
She, she waits only for you
 
I know that the other woman is very pretty,
and that, for her, you forget your family.
I don't want to judge you but
go back home if you can.
 
And it seems as if your love binds you,
and renounces the hand of the one who loves you.
The destiny of those who have been with you,
you cannot forget.
 
She, she one day in September—
she, she clouded your room.
She, she cannot remain without.
She, she comes back or will die.
She, she sings a prayer.
She, she who gives back hope.
She, she who consumes herself.
She, she comes back or will die.
 
The youngest has already returned to school.
It is enjoyable when you read something.
If he pretends to smoke, however,
it recalls you a bit.
 
She, she comes back to my father.
She, she I wait as well.
She, she in our home.
She, she misses only, only, only, only, only you.
 
She, she says nothing to me.
She, she is happier today.
She, she is together with you today.
She, she is together with you today.
 
She, she comes back to my father.
She, she I wait as well.
She, she in our home.
She, she misses only you.
 

Gigi, the lover

Versions: #2
I'm going to tell you,
before leaving you,
the story of a little village near Napoli.
We were four friends
at the party every Saturday,
playing and singing all night long.
 
Giorgio with the guitar,
Sandro with the mandolin,
And I danced while playing the tambourine.
But everyone who came,
it was to listen
to the one who made every heart beat faster.
 
And when he arrived,
The crowd shouted:
 
Refrain :
Here comes Gigi l'Amoroso!,
Master of love,
with a velvet eye
like a caress,
Gigi l'Amoroso,
Always a winner,
sometimes a bit heartless,
but never without a tender touch.
 
Everywhere, it was a feast when he sang
Zazà, Luna Caprese, « 'O sole mio ».
 
Gigi Giuseppe, but everyone called him Gigi l'Amour and women were crazy about him, all of them! The wife of the baker, who closed her shop every Tuesday to go...The wife of the notary who was a real saint, et who had never cheated on her husband beforehand. And the colonel's widow! The colonel's widow no longer in mourning because he didn't like black. All of them, I say, even myself, but I...Gigi liked his freedom so much, until the day when...
 
A rich American woman,
with big promises of 'I love you'
proposed to him to travel to Hollywood.
'You'll be the most handsome
of all the Carusos'
she said to him until she was out of breath.
 
There we were at the train station,
with all our tissues,
with heavy hearts, moved by this great departure.
Even though we were proud
that he'd go beyond our borders :
Gigi was leaving to conquer America!
 
And when he arrived,
Everyone from the village was there.
 
REFRAIN
Here comes Gigi l'Amoroso!,
Master of love,
with a velvet eye
like a caress,
Gigi l'Amoroso,
Always a winner,
sometimes a bit heartless,
but never without a tender touch.
 
And there, in front of the crowd, he sang:
Zazà, Luna Caprese, 'O sole mio .
 
Gigi... when the train disappeared, we all went back home. And the next day, the village wasn't the same. The baker's wife refused to turn on her oven, the notary's wife, out of despair, took multiple lovers, and the colonel's wife closed her shutters and went into mourning for the second time. Yes, the village had really changed. And me...
 
The years went by,
five winters, five summers.
No news was good news, they said.
You had to have guts,
and courage and time,
just to get on and continue without him.
 
And despite his absence
at night, in the silence,
forgetting all our outfits and our instruments,
one heard
like a falling tear, a sigh, coming
from the back of the room, this melody :
 
Master of love,
velvet eye
like a caress...
 
Gigi...
 
Gigi...? Is that you over there in the dark? Wait! let me see you! But you're crying, you're crying, Gigi! It didn't work out over there, huh? And so what, so what do they understand, the Americans, besides rock music and the twist? But Gigi, what did you think? To become just like that Gigi the American? Well no, you are Giuseppe Fabrizio Luca Santini and you are Napolitano!
 
Listen... Giorgio is back with the guitar. Wait, Sandro is here too! But, But you can't just leave like that! Here you're at home! Here you're the king!
 
Do you hear that? Do you hear them, Gigi? They're all there! they should have recognised you at the station! Sing Gigi, sing, it's your fans! Sing for them, sing for me who never knew how to talk to you. Yes, go ahead, bravo Gigi, sing! Bravo, Gigi!
 
Carmella, Carmella! Did you know Gigi is back from America?
Cesarina, Cesarina, Come quickly! Gigi came back from Hollywood!
But, he's back, I tell you! Don't you come down!
Little boy, little boy, run and tell uncle Gennaro that Gigi has come back from America!
 
REFRAIN: (x3)
Here comes Gigi l'Amoroso,
Master of love,
with a velvet eye
like a caress,
Gigi l'Amoroso,
Always a winner,
sometimes a bit heartless,
but never without a tender touch.
 
Everywhere, it was a feast when he sang
Zazà, Luna Caprese, 'O sole mio .
 

The Sun Dies

The sun dies
on the longest day—
the first day
away from you.
You left only a few hours ago,
but it feels like a hundred years—a hundred years to me.
 
Night will come and it will bring me
a void such as I have never felt.
And the sun dies
on the longest day—
and I already wonder if you will return.
 
La, la, la ...
 
People say that now
you never will return
and that I can do nothing but pray.
 
Listen to me, love,
wherever you are.
You know, I live only for you.
The sun dies
behind the mountains
but this love
will never end
 

Kalimba of the Moon

Caribou skin—
I dance and I'm hot
like a guerrilla
in the eyes of a brazier.
 
Kalimba of the moon—
bewitch me.
Snap your fingers
on pieces of wood.
Hey, oh, hoo, ah
Andanuevà sientele intalos.
Hey, oh, hoo, ah
Andanuevà sientele intalos.
 
Kalimba of the moon—
Kalimba of the moon—
 
Kalimba of the sun—
tears through the night.
The madness of the rainbow.
It is bewitched love.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh mama oh
 
Hey, oh, hoo, ah
Andanuevà sientele intalos
 
Kalimba of the moon—
Kalimba of the moon—
Kalimba of the moon—
Oooooh
 
Ah, hey hey
Hey, oh, hoo, ah
Andanuevà sientele intalos
Kalimba of the moon—
Kalimba of the moon—
Kalimba of the moon—
Oooooh
 

The Cha-Cha-Cha

La la la la—La la la la—La la la la.
This is the cha-cha-cha
 
Time goes by—
everything passes.
It is always there:
the cha-cha-cha.
 
Every dance
has its opportunity—
but for love,
it is the cha-cha-cha.
 
You see from week to week,
and over the course of many months,
a steady stream of rhythms and refrains—
but nothing beats the twist and the cha-cha.
 
Time goes by—
everything passes.
It is always there:
the cha-cha-cha.
 
La la la la—La la la la.
but for love,
it is the cha-cha-cha.
 
Because I know what you think
when you are near me.
You forget every other dance
because nothing beats the twist and the cha-cha.
 
Time goes by—
everything passes.
It is always there:
the cha-cha-cha.
 
La la la la—La la la la—La la la la.
This is the cha-cha-cha.
 
La la la la—La la la la—La la la la...
 

My Love For You

My love for you
is here in my eyes,
is here and if you want it,
just look at me and you will have it.
 
Take my lips—
they are yours if you want them,
but, if you have them,
you will never leave them.
 
My love for you
is in my arms,
and, you, if you want it,
embrace me and you will have it.
 
Take my heart—
take anything you want—
but if you will have me,
never leave me.
 
No, never leave me
because I would die.
I know that sounds absurd
but I would really do it.
 
My love for you
is here in my eyes,
is here and if you want it,
just look at me and you will have it.
 

Darla Dirladadà

Darla dirladadà—
I sowed wheat in the wind.
I put my heart into a convent.
Darla dirladadà—
I laughed and sometimes cried
I do not know if the world is worth much.
I am happy when I sing.
Oh dirladà, a mountain.
I sit on it and, all that I see,
I say belongs to me and then I believe it.
Redirlada dirladadà—
It takes little, in the end,
to become king of the world.
I will dance dirladadà.
 
Dirladadà, the world dances—
the mad dance of life.
Lift the world with two fingers
and a hundred thousand hearts in celebration.
The world sang more than now
of the same empty, sad life
that made dirladadà.
And dirladà was a boy.
He said things never heard.
He gave me things he had never had,
and only tears remained.
My man understood them
and he treated my wounds.
Dirladadà dirladadà—
And dirladà, the world dances—
the mad dance of life.
Lift the world with two fingers.
Dirladadà dirladadà—
a song to sing—
and sometimes to forget.
Oh dirladà, the world sings.
Dirladadà, people dance.
Life is a dirladadà.
But life, it is known,
should be taken as a whole.
And this is the moral here.
Re dirlada dirladadà
Oh dadadà dirladadà
 

I Cannot Complain

No—the truth!
No, no—I cannot complain.
Neither about the good that came my way,
nor about the evil that befell me.
 
No—the truth!
No, no—I cannot complain.
I already paid for, renounced, and forgot
everything from the past.
 
I have lived memories
that made me dream—
that perhaps I confused—
with happiness—
the loves of yesterday
that fortune brought to me
with false pleasure.
All this please!
 
No—the truth!
No, no—I cannot complain.
Neither about the good that came my way,
nor about the evil that befell me.
 
No—the truth!
No, no—I cannot complain.
I found you—I have faith—
and for you today, I begin to live.
 

Never Regret It

Never regret it—
any of your fifteen years.
Time passes and never returns.
Oh—never regret it—
kisses you give me.
Your sweetness
will not be lost.
 
Never regret it—
if you cry for me.
Perhaps one day you will smile.
You will smile thinking of your youth—
but for now you are close to me.
Do not tremble—trust in me.
 
~ ~
 
Never regret it—
if you cry for me.
Perhaps one day you will smile.
You will smile thinking of your youth—
but for now you are close to me.
 
Do not tremble—
trust in me.
Do not tremble—
trust in me—
in me.
 

Do Not Read That Letter

La la la la la ...
 
I waited for you until midnight.
But hell, what could you be doing?
At midnight, furious, I wrote to you
at a moment of great anger.
 
Absolutely do not read that letter.
Absolutely, absolutely do not read
all that I put down in there.
No, I was not thinking.
 
My letter posted immediately.
I saw the error of my deed.
Words fade away with time.
On the other hand, written words last.
 
Absolutely do not read that letter.
Absolutely, absolutely do not read
all that I put down in there.
No, I was not thinking.
= = =
Absolutely do not read that letter.
Absolutely, absolutely do not read
all that I put down in there.
No, I was not thinking.
 
You might figure out by reading it
that I at last love you
even more impossibly than before—
if you read it anyway.
 
Absolutely do not read that letter
in order to prevent me from crying.
You have to—you have to promise me
that you're going to tear it up.
 
So, as to this adventure,
we will talk about it with a laugh.
And everything, and everything I swear to you
will return to what it was.
 
So, as to this adventure,
we will talk about it with a laugh.
And everything, and everything I swear to you
will return to what it was.
 
La la la la la ...
 

Don't Worry About It

Don't worry about it—
everything will work out, everything will work out.
Don't worry about it—
take me in your arms and kiss me.
 
Money flies—it flies fast—
You never have enough,
When the end of the month comes,
you are completely broke.
 
Yet you know that I love you
and I do not want to leave you
if you offer me a white coffee
instead of a good lunch.
 
Don't worry about it—
everything will work out, everything will work out.
Don't worry about it—
everything will work out and kiss me.
 
La, la, la ...
 
You dream of a car
with 180 horsepower
to take me at full speed
to Cannes or Monaco.
 
Yet you know that I love you
so what does it matter
if we're only going to Suresnes—
the two of us on your motor scooter?
 
Don't worry about it—
everything will work out, everything will work out.
Don't worry about it—
everything will work out and kiss me.
 
La, la, la ...
 
In terms of the future, you worry yourself—
but you are worrying for no reason
because the beginning of your retirement
is not coming tomorrow.
 
And then you know that I love you—
that I will love you forever.
In life, all problems
are erased by love.
 
Don't worry about it—
everything will work out, everything will work out.
Don't worry about it—
take me in your arms and kiss me.
 
La, la, la ...