When the moon rises, in Marechiaro1.
even the fish make love with it.
The sea waves spin,
happiness makes them change their colors,
when the moon rises, in Marechiaro.
In Marechiaro there is a window,
my passion knocks at ti.
A carnation smells in its vase,
the water passing underneath whispers,
In Marechiaro there is a window.
Those who say stars are bright,
haven't seen the eyes on your face.
Only I know these two stars,
I carry their spikes in my heart.
Who says stars are bright?
Wake up, Carolina: the air is sweet!
When have I ever waited this long?
To accompany these sounds with my voice,
tonight a carried a guitar.
Wake up, Carolina: the air is sweet!
1. Marechiaro is a small fishers' town near Naples; the name literally translates as "Lightsea".