A marechiare

When the moon rises by the seashore
even the fish make love,
the waves of the sea stir,
changing color in joy...
When the moon rises by the seashore.
By the seashore, there's a window,
where my passion knocks,
a carnation inside a pot,
perfuming the air,
whispering under the water...
By the seashore, there's a window...
Whoever says
the stars are shining bright
doesn't know the eyes
you have on your face;
these two stars
I know them alone,
I keep them in my heart,
who says
the stars are shining bright?...
Wake up, Caroline,
the air is sweet!...
How long have I waited
to accompany the sounds with my voice,
tonight I brought a guitar...
Wake up, Caroline,
the air is sweet!...