Che Gelida Manina
Luciano Pavarotti
What a Cold Little Hand
What a cold little hand
If you let it warm
What's the use of searching?
In the dark, you won't find it
But luckily
It's a moonlit night
And here the moon
We have it close
Wait, miss
I'll tell you in a few words
Who I am, and what I do
How I live. Do you want to?
Who am I?
I'm a poet
What do I do? I write
And how do I live? I live!
In my happy poverty
I squander like a lord
Rhymes and love hymns
For dreams and chimeras
And for castles in the air
My soul is a millionaire
Sometimes from my treasure chest
They steal all the jewels
Two thieves, those beautiful eyes
Entered with you just now
And my used dreams
And my beautiful dreams
Quickly disappear!
But the theft doesn't sadden me
Since sweet hope
Has taken up residence!
Now that you know me
Speak, please! Speak
Who are you? Please tell me!
