I dream of the summertime—
of Venice and the summertime.
I see the cafes, the sunlit days
with you, my love.
The antique shop where we'd stop
for the souvenir—
the bridge, the boats below,
the blue above.
Un sogno romantico—
Venezia e il sole splendido.
Di mille canzon
l'eco lontana portero.
Questa laguna addormentata,
ricordero,
che parla al mio cuor solo d'amor,
sempre d'amor.
I dream all the winter long
of mandolins that played our song.
The dream is so real
I almost feel your lips on mine.
And though I know we have to be
an ocean apart,
there's Venice and you,
and summertime, deep in my heart.
Ciao.