| 1 |
O Lola, with your milk-white bosom... |
| 2 |
...with your cheeks as red as the
cherry! |
| 3 |
When you appear and your mouth smiles...
|
| 4 |
...blessed is he who gets that first
kiss! |
| 5 |
Your doorway is stained with blood. |
| 6 |
But I don't care if I get killed. |
| 7 |
And if I die and am sent to paradise... |
| 8 |
...if I don't find you there, I won't
go in either. |
| 9 |
The scent of orange trees fills the
green fields,
larks are singing in the blossoming myrtles. |
| 10 |
It is time to whisper the tender song... |
| 11 |
...that makes the heart beat faster. |
| 12 |
In the fields, amid the golden grain,
we hear the hum of your spinning wheels. |
| 13 |
We are weary, and rest from our labors,
we dream of your shining eyes. |
| 14 |
O beautiful shining eyes,
we will hurry back to you.... |
| 15 |
...just as the bird flies home to
the call of love. |
| 16 |
Let our rustic labors cease. |
| 17 |
The Virgin's serene gaze
falls joyfully on the Savior. |
| 18 |
It is time to whisper the tender song... |
| 19 |
...that makes the heart beat faster. |
| 20 |
-Tell me, Mamma Lucia...
-It's you. What do you want? |
| 21 |
Where is Turiddu? |
| 22 |
Aren't you ashamed
to come here chasing after him? |
| 23 |
I only want to know--please forgive
me--
where to find him. |
