| Lyrics: | On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart,
On the island of Stromboli, every dream
I own had its start.
If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh,
If you ask me
for a reason, I can't tell you why.
It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon.
No
violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune.
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I
begin to try,
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?
(musical interlude)
No luce da luna, perche luna non c'era
*Sez ai en quan di violini*
*Con ecuando se en
son,*
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli,
I'll say what care I?
This is Italian for "It was not light from the moon, because there
was no moonlight."
*This must be some sort of Italian dialect and it should mean, "No violins
are playing, but our hearts
are in tune." |
