| Violins played by the wind are crying
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| Softly the silvery rain is sighing
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| Slowly the flame of our love is dying
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| It rains on our love, and we must part
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| Ciao, ciao, Bambina, the rain is falling
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| Once more I kiss you and then goodbye
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| Our love was just like a fairy story
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| But all its glory must pass us by Are raindrops trembling upon your face, dear
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| Or are they teardrops for the love we knew?
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| Ciao, ciao, Bambina, my heart is calling
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| While rain is falling I cry with you
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| Ciao, ciao, Bambina, the rain is falling
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| Once more I kiss you and then goodbye
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| Our love was just like a fairy story
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| But all its glory must pass us by Are raindrops trembling upon your face, dear
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| Or are they teardrops for the love we knew?
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| Ciao, ciao, Bambina, my heart is calling
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| While rain is falling I cry with you |