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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