L'arte D'o Sole
Renzo Arbore
The Art of the Sun
This heart is like a forge:
Always in front of the anvil,
It takes the hammer and pounds,
To free a heart that's chained.
But this heart is tough,
It's a solid steel,
That hammer and burning fire
Can't wear it down.
This song comes to you...
This song comes to you...
Catarina, catarí...
Catarina, catarí...
I want to make the art of the sun,
I want to make the art of the sun,
To do what you say,
To do what you say!...
This heart, the forge's master,
Has learned to be a jeweler...
It wants to make a ring of faith,
For a girl to marry...
But to make this ring of faith,
Another hand is needed
To hold my hand...
And I gotta find that hand!
This song comes to you...
This song comes to you...
Catarina, catarí...
Catarina, catarí...
I want to make the art of the sun,
I want to make the art of the sun,
To do what you say,
To do what you say!...
Catarina, catarí...
Catarina, catarí...
To do what you say,
To do what you say!...
This heart of the jeweler,
Now wants to be a painter,
To paint a scene of love...
And the subject is this here:
A brunette who hugs me
Among the fragrant flowers...
And, with passionate eyes,
She surrenders in my arms!
This song comes to you...
This song comes to you...
Catarina, catarí...
Catarina, catarí...
I want to make the art of the sun,
I want to make the art of the sun,
To do what you say,
To do what you say!...
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