it's in my eyes
if I think of you
if I want you
so far away
from me
so busy
so tenderly woman...
L'ombra del tuo sorriso
é nei miei occhi
se ti penso
se ti voglio
cosí lontana
da me
cosí impegnata
cosí teneramente donna...
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it's in my eyes
if I think of you
if I want you
so far away
from me
so busy
so tenderly woman...
L'ombra del tuo sorriso
é nei miei occhi
se ti penso
se ti voglio
cosí lontana
da me
cosí impegnata
cosí teneramente donna...
Here's my love!
I finally see him again
She's a beautiful baby
That I love and will never leave
Now you show me your beautiful eyes
Those most beautiful eyes of the sky and the sea together!
Ecco, ecco l'amore mio!
Finalmente lo rivedo
É una bimba bellissima
Che io amo e non lasceró mai
Adesso fammi vedere gli occhi tuoi belli
Quegli occhi piú belli del cielo e del mare insieme!
Ci sei tu amore mio
Attraverseró il fiume e sarai mia
Abiti in me da sempre
e per sempre ti avrò
perchè nel mio destino ci sei tu
You're my love
I'll cross the river and you'll be mine
You've always lived in me
and forever I will have you
because in my fate you are
Beautiful lovable ladie, my friend, I love you
You are My passion
My time
My game
My fun
My dream with open eyes
Leisure time
Free time
A new life
A new world
Love
but who are you really, Russian woman?
you who entered my heart without the possibility of going out
you who share me with other men but show me so much affection and love
in our correspondence of love senses but without way out
tell me who you really are please!
the sax crying and we dream
in your forest
in your dacha
the times of youth
your skin is pale and fresh
your long hair
i see at a distance of miles
fresh like a rose
perfumed with jasmine
and we remember real times and spaces
but never come true together....
he's dying in Capacabana
dreaming a day of sun and sand with you
or in the night in Moscow
among the sparkle of the Volga kissed by lights
or in your forest like a foreigner
stronging the scent of your flowers
Felicità
è morire a Capacabana
sognando una giornata di sole e sabbia con te
o nella notte a Mosca
tra lo sfavillio del Volga baciato dalle luci
o nella tua foresta come uno straniero
accarezzando il profumo dei tuoi fiori
he came down from heaven
but he moved here to earth
in a cold and candid region, full of snow
give me good day and good night
my angel is called Sasha
the good God sent him to me
for me to remember him
and honor him forever...
my angel is called Sasha
he always smiles
he reminds me that life is a spell
with which to play and survive
Il mio angelo
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