When the moon rises in Marechiare,
even the fish tremble with love,
the waves shake
in the lap of the sea,
and they change color for joy.
/>A balcony smiles at Marechiare,
my passion beats its wings on it:
the water sings a song underneath,
a carnation smells on the windowsill.
Who says that the stars are shining,
he did not see the splendor of your eyes!
I know those burning rays well!
The tips of them descend
into this heart!
Wake up, the evening is all enchantment,
and never have I waited for you for so long!
To match the chords to the sad song,
this evening I have brought a guitar here!

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