Quella notte

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Colsi il tuo turbamento

E lo feci mio

In quella notte senza pareti e senza tempo

Ne rimasi anch'io colpito

E mi innammorai perdutamente di quella sensazione

Da allora non potró scordare la tua anima


That night


I catch your turmoil

And I did it mine

On that night without walls and timeless

I was also struck by that

And I fell pervertently in love with that feeling

Since then I can't forget your soul

The beautiful white lady

 The beautiful white lady


my wonderful dream


my life


you brought love


the sweetness


the balance

The shadow of your smile


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!

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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!

Oltre il Volga

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

Beyond the Volga


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

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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?


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!

my love


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....

Happiness

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