E la barca tornò sola
Renato Carosone
And the Boat Returned Alone
And the boat returned alone.
Alone, alone.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
There were three fisherman brothers,
with a dark-skinned mother,
and a white boat
and with three hearts still like children.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
The sea was roaring dark that evening
and the wood of the unknown foreigner
sought help in all that horror.
Who will risk their life to save
the blonde stranger. Who will it be.
Who will it be. Damn!
Cruel sea.
Cruel sea.
Cruel sea.
Sea, cruel sea,
how can you sing
in the dark nights
when the heart cries.
Sea, if of a love
you choked in your throat
the last hope,
the last word.
Cruel sea.
Cruel sea.
Cruel sea.
Cruel sea.
And the boat returned alone.
And the boat returned alone.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
And why should I care.
