Domenica d'agosto
Bobby Solo
August Sunday
August Sunday, it’s so damn hot!
The beach is a rotisserie, it won’t help
To drink a soda if deep down in my soul
I’m dreaming of the ocean. Splash!
The date palms sway in the breeze,
In the sky, a flock of flamingos flies.
On the rock, there’s a girl who
Laughs and dives in. Splash!
Come here, she says to me, la la la.
Come here, if you want, la la la.
Here with me you’ll find, la la la,
Everything you don’t have.
On the rock, there’s
A girl who
Laughs and dives in.
Splash!
Come here, she says to me, la la la.
Come here, if you want, la la la.
Here with me you’ll find, la la la,
Everything you don’t have.
August Sunday, what a blue night!
In the sky, there’s a star looking down.
I take my bike and come to find you,
But I can’t find you anymore. Splash!
