My mom used to sing “Volare” around the house, but she never knew what it meant (“to fly”). Here’s a great live performance of “Volare” and “An Evening in Roma” by Dean Martin.
“Volare, oh oh
E cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d’improvviso venivo dal veneto rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Down each avenue or via, street or strada
You can see ‘em disappearing two by two
On an evening in Roma
Do they take ‘em for espresso
Yeah, I guess so
On each lover’s arm a girl I wish I knew
Evening in Roma
Though there’s grinning and mandolining in sunny Italy
The beginning has just begun when the sun goes down
So please meet me in the plaza near your casa
I am only one and one is much too few
On an evening in Roma
Don’t know what the country’s coming to
But in Rome do as they do
Will you on an evening in Roma
Sott’er celo de Roma
On an evening in Roma”
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