| Here where the sea shines
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| And the wind blows strong
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| On the old terrace
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| In front of the Gulf of Surriento
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| A man hugs a girl
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| After she had cried
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| Then he clears his throat
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| And the singing begins again
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| I want you very well
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| But so very well you know
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| It is a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins, you know
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| He saw the lights in the middle of the sea
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| I think of the nights there in America
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| But it was only the lamps
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| And the white trail of a propeller
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| Feel the pain in the music
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| And he got up from the piano
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| But when she saw it go out
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| The moon from a cloud
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| Even death seems sweeter to him
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| I look the girl in the eye
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| Those green eyes like the sea
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| Then suddenly a tear came out
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| And he thought he was drowning
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| Power of opera
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| Where every drama is a fake
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| What with a little makeup and facial expressions
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| You can become another
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| But two eyes that look at you
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| So close and true
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| They make you forget the words
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| They confuse the thinkers
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| So everything becomes small
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| Even the nights there in America
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| You turn around and see your life
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| Behind the wake of a propeller
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| But yes, and life ends
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| And I don't think so much about it
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| Indeed, she already felt happy
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| And I start his song again
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| I want you very well
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| But so very well you know
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| And a chain now
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| That melts the blood inside the veins, you know
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| Translation:
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| Here, where the sea shines
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| And the wind howls
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| On the old terrace
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| Beside the gulf of Sorrento
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| A man embraces a girl
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| After the tears
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| Then he clears his throat
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| And he continues the song:
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know
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| He saw the lights out on the sea
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| Thought of the nights there in America
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| But they were only the fisherman's lamps
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| And the white wash astern
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| He felt the pain in the music
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| And he stood up from the piano
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| But when he saw the moon
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| Emerging from a cloud
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| Death also seemed sweeter to him
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| He looked the girl in the eyes
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| Those eyes as green as the sea
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| Then suddenly a tear fell
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| And he believed he was drowning
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much, you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know
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| The power of opera
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| Where every drama is a hoax
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| With a little make-up and with mine
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| You can become someone else
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| But two eyes that look at you
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| So close and real
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| Make you forget the words
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| Confuse your thoughts
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| So everything becomes small
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| Also the nights there in America
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| You turn and see your life
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| Through the white wash astern
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| But, yes, it is life that ends
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| And he did not think much about it On the contrary, he already felt happy
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| And he continued his song
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| I love you very much
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| Very, very much, you know
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| It is a chain by now
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| That heats the blood inside the veins
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| You know |