A Marechiare

When the moon rises at Marechiare,
even the fish make love...
The waves of the sea swirl around:
for the beauty they change color...
When the moon rises at Marechiare
At Marechiare there is a window:
my passion is overwhelming...
A carnation blooms in a head,
the water passes underneath and murmurs...
At Marechiare there is a window...

Who says that the stars are bright,
doesn't know the eyes that you have in front of you!
These two stars I only know them:
in my heart I keep their bridge...
Who says that the stars are bright?
Wake up, Carulì, the air is sweet...
when have I ever waited so long?!
To accompany the sounds with the voice,
tonight I brought a guitar...
Wake up, Carulì, the air is sweet