Here, where the sea shines and the wind howls, on an old terrace beside the gulf of Sorrento a man embraces a girl he wept after then clears his throat and continues the song. But I love you 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 it was just the lamps and the white wash of a ‘propeller. He felt the pain in the music, got up from the piano but when he saw the moon emerging from a cloud seemed the sweet even death. He looked into her eyes the girl, those green eyes like the sea, Then suddenly a tear fell and he believed he was drowning.
But I love you very much, you know is a chain by now that melts the blood inside the veins, you know. The power of opera, where every drama is a fake that with a little ‘up and with mime you can become someone else. But two eyes that look at you so close and real fans will forget the words, confuse your thoughts. So everything becomes small, also the nights there in America, You turn and see your life like the wake of a propeller. But yes, it is life that ends, but he did not think that much indeed already he felt happy and continued his song.
But I love you very much, you know it is a chain by now that melts the blood inside the veins, you know.