Caruso [English translation]

Here, where the sea shines

and the wind howls,

on the old terrace

beside the gulf of Sorrento,

a man embraces a girl

after the tears,

then clears his throat

and continues the song:

I love you very much,

very, very much, you know;

it is a chain by now

that heats the blood inside the veins, you know…

He saw the lights out on the sea,

thought of the nights there in America,

but they were only the fishermen’s lamps

and the white wash astern.

He felt the pain in the music

and stood up from the piano,

but when he saw the moon

emerging from a cloud,

death also seemed sweeter to him.

He looked the girl in the eyes,

those eyes as green as the sea.

Then suddenly a tear fell

and he believed he was drowning.

I love you very much,

very, very much, you know,

it is a chain by now

that heats the blood inside the vein you know…

The power of opera,

where every drama is a hoax;

with a little make-up and with

mime

you can become someone else.

But two eyes that look at you,

so close and real,

make you forget the words,

confuse your thoughts,

so everything becomes small,

also the nights there in America.

You turn and see your life

through the white wash astern.

But, yes, it is life that ends

and he did not think much about it

on the contrary, he already felt happy

and continued his song:

I love you very much,

very, very much, you know,

it is a chain by now

that heats the blood inside the veins, you know…

I love you very much,

very, very much, you know,

it is a chain by now

that heats the blood inside the veins, you know…