Dear Luca. How's it been six years running. Away from the girl I knew?. At least who I thought you were. Dear Luca. Maybe I got it all wrong. Maybe you were meant to stay. Maybe you were happy that
(G. Ottaviano / S. Gambardella) Oi' ne', fa priesto viene!. nun me fa spanteca'!. Ca pure 'a rezza vene. ca a mmare sto a mena'! Stienneme sti braccelle,. aiutame a tira'. ca stu marenariello
Oje nй, fa prieste, viene!. Nun me fa spantecа,. Ca pure 'a rezza vene. Ch'a mmare sto a menа. Meh, stienne sti braccelle. Aiutame a tirа,. Ca stu marenarielle. Te vo semp'abbracciа. Vicin' o
When I disappear, do you fear for my sister and talk. When I disappear, it is clear I am up to no good. I am drearily blunt, letting this time, waiting for too long. So the last thing you realize y
