Nel Blu Dipinto Di Blu

I think a dream like this will never come back:
I painted my hands and face blue,
then suddenly I was carried away by the wind
and started to fly in the endless sky...Flying... oh, oh!...
singing... 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 away,
a sweet music played only for me...Flying... oh, oh!...
singing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
in the blue, painted blue,
happy to be up there.
But all dreams vanish at dawn because,
when the moon sets, it takes them away,
But I keep dreaming in your beautiful eyes,
which are blue like a sky embroidered with stars.
Flying... oh, oh!...
singing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
in the blue of your blue eyes,
happy to be down here.
And I keep flying happily higher than the sun and even higher,
while the world slowly fades in your blue eyes,
your voice is a sweet music playing for me...Flying... oh, oh!...
singing... oh, oh, oh, oh!
in the blue of your blue eyes,
happy to be down here.
In the blue of your blue eyes,
happy to be down here,
with you!