Plim Plim Al Parossismo, Delicato Andante

Poi nel paese bianco di sole
Scorre in silenzio il tuo funerale
Piange la gente, sboccian le viole
E una ragazza si sente male.

Tu, pieno di sole
Lei, bianca di sale
Un tramonto che moriva in mare
Così è nato il vostro amore
Tu che di domenica cercavi il suo sguardo
Tra la gente nella chiesa
Lei che sorrideva di nascosto
Timorosa del rimprovero di Dio.

Vi parlate già da un anno
Son contenti i genitori
Poi le nozze si faranno
Io, io ero stato scelto
Per essere compare.

Tu, pieno di sole
Lei, bianca di sale
Un tramonto che moriva in mare
Così è nato il vostro amore
Tu che di domenica cercavi il suo sguardo
Tra la gente nella chiesa
Lei che sorrideva di nascosto
Timorosa del rimprovero di Dio.

Vi parlate già da un anno
Son contenti i genitori
Poi le nozze si faranno
Io, io ero stato scelto
Per essere compare.

Tu, pieno di sole
Lei, bianca di sale.

"Io, ho il sole nel cuore e tu mi illumini"

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Then in the village white of sun
Your funeral silently streams
People cry, the violets blossom
And a girl get sick

You, you full of sun
She, she white of salt
A sunset that was dying into the sea
That's how you fell in love each other

On Sundays you were looking
For her glance among the people in the church
She was stealthy smiling
Fearing God's blame

“Tommaso, you must give me the water”
“I can't give it to you
You still have a debt of 70 lire”
“But you know I need it for my fields,
For my cattle, for the harvest
It hasn't rained for a long time”
“There's nothing I can do
You must ask to Don Vincenzo”
“Never! – I don't want to owe anything
to anyone”
“But Don Vincenzo is a good man
He's done good to everybody in the village”
“I know this kind of charity,
Go to Don Vincenzo
And tell him that I will find the water by myself digging in my field”

You, you full of sun
She, she white of salt
A sunset that was dying into the sea
That's how you fell in love each other

On Sundays you were looking
For her glance among the people in the church
She was stealthy smiling
Fearing God's blame

You had been talking for a year
Your parents were happy
Then you would have married
I was been chosen to be your best man

You full of sun
She white of salt
A sundown that was dying into the sea