Luna Rossa

I wander absentmindedly,
My eyes hidden under my hat,
Hands in my pockets, feeling low...
I’m gazing at the stars that have come out...
Whistle.........................
And the red moon speaks of you to me,
I ask her if you’re waiting for me,
and she replies: "If you wanna know,
there’s no one here..."
And I call your name just to see you,
but all the people talking about you,
reply: "What do you wanna know?!
There’s no one here!..."
Red moon,
who will be sincere with me?
Red moon,
you left the other night
without even seeing me...
And I still say you’re waiting for me,
out by the boat tonight at three,
and pray to the saints to let me see you...
But there’s no one here...
II
I’ve had a thousand and more appointments...
I’ve lit up so many cigarettes...
I’ve drunk so many cups of coffee...
I’ve kissed a thousand bitter lips....
Whistle.........................
And the red moon speaks of you to me,