Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu (volare)

I think that a dream like this will never come back;
I painted my hands and face blue,
then suddenly I was taken by the wind
and I started to fly in the infinite sky...

To fly... oh, oh!...
To sing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue, painted blue,
happy to be up there.
And I flew, flew happily higher than the sun and even higher,
while the world slowly disappeared far down there,
a sweet music played only for me...

To fly... oh, oh!...
To sing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue, painted blue,
happy to be up there.

But all dreams vanish at dawn because,
when it sets, the moon takes them away.
But I keep dreaming in your beautiful eyes,
which are blue like a sky embroidered with stars.

To fly... oh, oh!...
To sing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue, painted blue,
happy to be down here.
And I keep flying happily higher than the sun and even more
up,
while the world slowly disappears in your blue eyes,
your voice is a sweet music that plays for me...

To fly... oh, oh!...
To sing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
In the blue, painted blue,
happy to be down here.
In the blue of your blue eyes,
happy to be down here,
with you!