Zingara - o Sole Mio

Gypsy

Take this hand, gypsy
Tell me what destiny I will have
Talk about my love
I'm not afraid
Because I know that now
It doesn't belong to me
Look into my eyes, gypsy
See the gold in her hair
Tell me if she loves me back
Part of my love
You have to say this
It's up to you
But if it's written
That I'll lose her
Like snow in the Sun
A love will melt
Take this hand, gypsy
Read what destiny I will have
Tell me that she loves me
Give me hope
All that matters
Now for me

Oh my Sun

But born a Sun more beautiful than you
Oh my Sun, stand before you!
Oh Sun, my Sun
It's in front of you
It's in front of you

What a beautiful thing the Sun is on a day
In the clear air after a storm
In the fresh air, it already seems like a party
What a beautiful thing the Sun is on a day
But a new born Sun is more beautiful than
Oh my Sun, it's in front of you!
Oh Sun, my Sun
It's in front of you, it's in front of you
When night falls and the Sun goes down
I almost feel a melancholy
Under the window, the door would remain
When night falls and the Sun goes down
But a new born Sun is more beautiful than
Oh my Sun, it's in front of you!
Oh Sun, my Sun
It's in front of you
It's in front of you