Che bella corsa e' na jurnata'e'sole n'aria serena doppo na tempesta pe'll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa che bella cosa na jurnata'e sole. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'o sole mio sta nfronte a te! 'o sole o sole mio sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te. Luceno'e llastre d'a fenesta toia; 'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta e pe'tramente torce, spanne e canta luceno'e llastre d'a fenesta toia. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'o sole mio sta nfronte a te! 'o sole o sole mio sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te. Quanno fa notte e'sole se ne scenne me vene quase'na malincunia; soto a fenesta toi restarria quando fa notte e'o sole se ne scenne. Ma n'atu sole cchiu' bello, oi ne' 'o sole mio sta nfronte a te! 'o sole o sole mio sta nfronte a te ... sta nfronte a te.
Granada, I'm falling under your spell And if you could speak what a fascinating tale you would tell Of an age the world has long forgotten Of an age that weaves the silent magic in Granada today
The dawn in the sky greets the day with a sigh for Granada For she can remember the splendor that once was Granada It still can be found in the hills all around as I wander along Entranced by the beauty before me Entranced by a land full of sunshine and flowers and song And when day is done and the sun starts to set in Granada I envy the blush of the snow clad Sierra Nevada For soon it will welcome the stars While a thousand guitars play a soft Habanera Then moonlit Granada will live again The glory of yesterday romantic and gay.
Serenade Our love is the serenade A song the heavens made and angels played When first we kissed We touched and I became devine my love Because of you the stars that shine my love Their mine my love
Serenade Our love is the serenade A song of sweet desire No ordinary choir could quite resist I have known the magic of A theme that cannot take Our serenade of loveeeeeeeeee
Be my love For no one else can end this yearning This need that you and you alone create Just fill my arms The way you've filled my dreams The dreams that you inspire With every sweet desireBe my love And with your kisses set me burning One kiss is all I need to seal my fate And hand in hand We'll find love's promised land There'll be no one but you for me Eternally If you will be my love
La donna ¨¨ mobile qual piuma al vento, muta d'accento e di pensiero. Sempre un amabile leggiadro viso, in pianto o in riso, ¨¨ menzognero. La donna ¨¨ mobil qual piuma al vento, muta d'acc...ento e di pensier, e di pensier, e... e di pensier.
sempre misero chi a lei s'affida, chi le confida mal cauto il core! Pur mai non sentesi felice appieno, chi su quel seno non liba amore! La donna ¨¨ mobil qual piuma al vento, muta d'acc...ento e di pensier, e di pensier, e..........e di - pensier.