Mattinata
Luciano Pavarotti
Morning
The dawn dressed in white
Already opens the door to the great Sun
Already with its rosy fingers
Caresses the crowd of flowers!
Moved by a mysterious thrill
Around the created world already appears
And you do not awaken, and in vain
I am here sadly singing
You too put on the white dress
And open the door to your singer!
Where you are not, light is missing
Where you are, love is born
Where you are not, light is missing
Where you are, love is born
