Andrea Bocelli
I Love Rossini
Alone, as if it were a habit
I'm going out to the bar again this evening
There's an echo in the air that tickles
A voice that doesn't seem new
And even if you hide close by, you know why
Because you're still talking about me
You don't know how to forget me
To a friend who doesn't know
/>You are talking about my heart
The aroma of coffee fills the whole bar
And it resonates at the ice cream counter
Your love story
Slander and a treacherous breeze
br/>Said the master and his pen
You believed many rumors to be true
But for me there was no reason
To lend credence to suspicious envy
And you stay there still talking about me
You won't be able to forget
My broken English that
conquered you in this bar
How many coffees did you drink with me
I I told you I love Rossini
She knows Italian opera
Here in front of the ice cream counter I
I'll show your friend my love
You tell my beautiful one
Who sits next to you indifferent
That if the opera isn't enough
There will be another song
While you're still talking about me
You can't forget me
I I'm still singing about you
Because I can't forget you
------------------------------< br/>Alone, as if by force of habit
Even tonight, I stop by the bar
An echo, taunting me, fills the air
It's a voice, a voice that's all too familiar
It's you, so close, but you hide
Because you're still talking about me
Could it be you cannot forget me
To a friend that knows nothing about me
/>You're talking of my heart
And the bar, it smells of coffee
You can hear you love story
At the ice cream counter
Slander is a wicked wind< br/>Said the writer with his pen
But you believed it to be true
While for me there was no reason
To give credence to suspicious envy.
Yet even now, your're still talking about me
Could it be you cannot forget me
My faltering command of English
That won your love right here
And countless coffees we shared together
I told you "I love Rossini,
You know, the Italian opera"
Right here, by the ice cream counter
Now I'm explaining this love to your friend
I plead, tell this to my love
She sits there, uncaring, at your side
Tell her if the opera isn't enough,
There will be another song
While you are talking about me
Then surely, you haven't forgotten
And I'm still singing about you
Because I know I can't forget you

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