Here, where the sea shines and where the wind howls,
on the old terrace infront of the Gulf of Sorrento,
a man embraces a girl after she has cried
then he clears his voice and continues the song:
I love you very much,
very, very much, you know
it is a chain by now
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know
He saw the lights in the middle of the sea, thought of the nights there in America,
but they were only the fishermens lamps and the white wake of a propeller (stern)
He felt the pain in the music and got up from the piano,
but when he saw the moon emerging from a cloud
also the death seemed sweeter to him.
He looked in girls 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 melts the blood inside the vein you know
The power of lyric, where every drama is fake
with a little make-up and with mime you can become someone else.
But two eyes that look at you so close and real
makes you to forget the words and confuse the thoughts
So everything became small, even the nights in America
You turn and you see your life like a wake of a propeller (stern)
Yeah, it's life that ends, but he didn't think too much about it
on the opposite, he felt already happy and began again to sing
I love you very much
very very much, you know
it's become a chain
that melts the blood inside the veins, you know