A nap in the sun, under the lead of three o'clock
The fiery bouquet that the scent of flowers distills
It's there, on the heights of a neighborhood in Napoli
That they had met, they had smiled at each other

Beryl reflections on the sapphire, the limestone Madonettas
In the distance, the sailboats head towards the sea islands
The frail barges of the fishermen along the Amalfi coast
With in the depths of their hearts, Italian summer songs

I looked for her on Via Toledo and then on the ferry
Past Cap Posillipo heading towards Capri
And I ran in the streets to make it like in the movies
But all this no longer happens in the real life of the people below

They imagined themselves meeting again in a square
One was daydreaming, and the other was on a terrace
From the top of the ochre cliffs they plunged vertically
Into the depths of the lapis lazuli, their bodies burning, breaded with sand

La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

I went to the Montecalvario belvedere
Before the solar star goes moon pianissimo
To hope to guess, in the evening, her passing shadow
An unspeakable stencil against the helianthus yellow plaster

One will always blame herself for not paying attention
For having lost the only thing that could entangle them
She lost the paper on which were laid
In a fine blue ink line, her address and her first name

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