Ciuri Ciuri

How are you guys? Everything good?
Bloom bloom (blooms all year round)
The love that (you give me, I give it back to you)
Bloom bloom (spring blooms)
If you don't love me (I die of sorrow)
I don't sing for love (or for lovers)
because it doesn't even cross my mind
it's for my woman (who doesn't want me)
it's for my woman (who doesn't hear me)
I'm Sicilian and I boast about it
Because my land is full of enchantment
The sun, the salt pans welcome the sailor
'All those things that tighten my heart'
There's a garden in the middle of the sea
All woven densely with lemon and flower trees
All the acids go free to sing
Even the sirens who always make love
This love goes beyond a break
It seems right that it's not always for a reason
but to always come back fresher than before
you make me, you make me dance even those who are there
you make me dance with big little ones
who get angry, who bite,
who grab by the hair,
who scratch, who tickle,
who grab each other by the neck
But with the joy of carefree people
shake shake
and then
Bloom bloom (blooms all year round)
The love that (you give me, I give it back to you)
and then
bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom bloom (spring blooms)
If you don't love me (I die of sorrow)
I don't sing for love (or for lovers)
because it doesn't even cross my mind
it's for my woman (who doesn't want me)
it's for my woman (who doesn't hear me)
I'm Sicilian and I boast about it
Because my land is full of enchantment
fire away fire