Vola vola vola vola

( Sing: Claudio Villa )
( Authors: Albanese - Dommarco - 1908 )

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Original


Vulesse fa' 'rvenģ pe' n'ora sola
lu tiempe belle de la cuntentezze,
quande pazzijavame a "vola vola"
e te cuprč de vasce e de carezze.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu pavone.
Si tič lu core bbone
mo fammece arpruvą.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu pavone.
Si tič lu core bbone
mo fammece arpruvą.

'Na vote pe' spegna' lu fazzulette,
so' state cundannate de vasciarte.
Tu te scģ fatte rosce e me scģ dette
di 'nginucchiarme prima d'abbracciarte.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu gallinacce.
Mo si me guarde 'n facce
mi pare di sugna'.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu gallinacce.
Mo si me guarde 'n facce
mi pare di sugna'.

Come li fiure nasce a primavere,
l'amore nasce da la citilanze.
Marģ, si mi vuņ bbene accome jere,
nč mi luvą stu sogne e sta speranze.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu cardille.
Nu vasce a pizzichille
non mi le puņ negą.

E vola vola vola vola
e vola lu cardille.
Nu vasce a pizzichille
non mi le puņ negą.

Pure se po' veni' pe' n'ora sola!

Translation


I would like for just an hour
the beautiful time of joy to come back,
when we played "fly fly"
and I covered you with kisses and caresses.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the ... peacock,
if you have a good heart
now let me try again.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the peacock,
if you have a good heart
now let me try again.

Once, to ransom a handkerchief,
I was sentenced to kiss you.
You blushed and told me
to kneel down before hugging you.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the chanterelles,
now if I look to your face
I feel I'm dreaming.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the chanterelles,
now if I look to your face
I feel I'm dreaming.

As the flowers are born in the spring,
love is born from childhood.
Mary, if you love me like yesterday,
do not take from me this dream and hope.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the goldfinch,
a kiss like a pinch on the cheek
You cannot deny me.

And fly, fly, fly, fly
and flies the goldfinch,
a kiss like a pinch on the cheek
You cannot deny me.

Even if you can come for an hour alone!



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