That’s amore—a stranger just passed by
and the earth stops turning just so that we can meet.
That’s amore—a trifle that transports you to heaven—
a glance, a thrill, or a kiss that changes the rain into sunshine.
You would like to sing a bohemian song—
pour vous, only you, solo per te.
That’s amore—cry for joy when he is there,
and think about dying when he leaves—since all time, love is like that.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
And think about dying when he leaves—since all time, love is like that.
That's amore—wanting to die in order to forget
and to no longer think about him for two days—
after that, to start all over again.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
That's amore
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Amore.