Serenata - Come Col Capo
Luciano Pavarotti
Serenade - Like a Boss
Like a boss under the white wing
the little doves sleep in love,
so you lay down the tired person
under the soft and embroidered covers.
The blonde head rests on the pillow,
happy with its pink dreams,
and among the dear apparitions to your smile,
one passes by that brushes your face.
Passes by and tells you to burn the veins,
to bleed the heart for you I feel,
passes by and tells you that I love you,
that you are my sweetness and my torment.
White among a halo of blonde hair,
happily you smile at your joyful dreams.
Ah, do not wake up, oh flower of Paradise,
for I come in a dream to kiss you on the face!
