Caruso

Qui dove il mare luccica,
e tira forte il vento
su una vecchia terrazza
davanti al golfo di Surriento
un uomo abbraccia una ragazza
dopo che aveva pianto
poi si schiarisce la voce,
e ricomincia il canto.
Te voglio bene assai
ma tanto tanto bene sai
e una catena ormai
che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai...
Vide le luci in mezzo al mare,
penso alle notti la in America
ma erano solo le lampare
e la bianca scia d'un elica
senti il dolore nella musica,
e si alzo dal pianoforte
ma quando vide la luna
uscire da una nuvola,
gli sembro piu dolce anche la morte
guardo negli occhi la ragazza,
quegli occhi verdi come il mare
poi all'improvviso usci una lacrima
e lui credette di affogare.
Te voglio bene assai ecc.
Poi penso alla lirica,
e al grande palco
che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica
puoi diventare un altro
ma due occhi che ti guardano,
cosi vicini e veri
ti fan scordare le parole,
o in fondo i tuoi pensieri
cosi diventa tutto piccolo,
anche le notti la in America
ti volti e vedi la tua vita,
come la scia d'un elica
ma si, e la vita che finisce,
ma lui non ci pensava tanto
anzi, si sentiva gia felice,
e ricomincio il suo canto.
Te voglio bene assai, ecc.
Here where the sea shines
and the wind howls
on the old terrace
beside the gulf of Sorrento
a man embraces a girl
after the tears
then clears his throat
and continues the song
I love you very much
very very much you know
it is a chain by now
that heats the blood inside the veins you know…
He saw the lights out on the sea
thought of the nights there in America
but they were only the fishermen’s lamps
and the white wash astern.
He felt the pain in the music
and stood up from the piano
but when he saw the moon
emerging from a cloud
death also seemed sweeter to him.
He looked the girl in the eyes
those eyes as green as the sea.
Then suddenly a tear fell
and he believed he was drowning.
I love you very much
very very much you know
it is a chain by now
that heats the blood inside the vein you know…
The power of opera
where every drama is a hoax;
with a little make-up and with
mime
you can become someone else.
But two eyes that look at you
so close and real
make you forget the words
confuse your thoughts
so everything becomes small
also the nights there in America.
You turn and see your life
through the white wash astern.
But yes it is life that ends
and he did not think much about it
on the contrary he already felt happy
and continued his song:
I love you very much
very very much you know
it is a chain by now
that heats the blood inside the veins you know…
I love you very much
very very much you know
it is a chain by now
that heats the blood inside the veins you know…