Che Gelida Manina
Giacomo Puccini
What a Cold Little Hand
What a cold little hand!
If you let it heat up
What good is it to search?
In the dark it cannot be found
But luckily
It's a moonlit night
And here is the moon
We have it close by
Wait, miss
I'll tell you in two words
Who am I?
Who I am and what I do
How I live
Wants?
Who am I? Who am I?
I am a poet
What do I do?
I write
And how do I live?
Live
In my happy poverty
A great lordly waste
Rhymes and hymns of love
For dreams and chimeras
And for castles in the air
I have a millionaire's soul
Sometimes from my chest
They steal all the jewels
Two Thieves: The Beautiful Eyes
I'm going in with you now
And my dreams used
And my beautiful dreams
Soon he will disappear!
But the theft doesn't bother me
So long as
Since he has taken up residence there
The hope
Now that you know me
You speak
Oh, speak up
Who are you?
Do you like to say?
