Ah! What a beautiful fresh air...
How I adore the malvarosa...
And you are sleeping,
'ncopp these roses!
'O sun, little by little,
for this small garden...
'o viento passa e vasa
this curlicue 'nfront!
I'd like you to go... .
I'd like you to go...
but my heart doesn't tell me
I left you...
I left you! ...
I'd like to fall asleep...
I'd like to fall asleep...
close to your ski,
not yet.. .
n'ora pur'i'!...
You sleep tonight my Rosa...
he sleeps in deep sleep,
while I watch, enchanted,
this musso curallino...
And these fresh meats,
and these black tresses,
I put, in my heart,
a thousand bad thoughts!
I'd like to go...
............................
I feel this heart of yours
beats like an oven!
Sleep, my angel,
who is it that is calling you...
'Jealousy torments you
this heart of mine sick:
Does it sound to me?...Tell me!
Or does it sound to me?
I'd like to see you...

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