I don't know
what you'd like the most
About these islands on the
Aeolian
Sea
Strombolian panorama,
milky silhouette framed in
September
Lying in bed listening to the radio,
sounds outside an aeolian storm
Winds been gailing all night,
so I read in the half -light and drink red wine
Aeolian, aeolian tempestuously I don't know
what you'd like the most
Maybe the rosemary or the jasmine
Or the moonlight on the sea
You'd barely notice the light fading
Till there's only the ice cream
scooped ivory moon
And the handsome stars to guide you
Aeolian, aeolian, majestically
Come now, you solitary soul
Help me paint the empty canvas
Oh, the colors of longing
And the silhouettes of lament
How I cherish the longing
The souls yearning
And all you need to carry you
to me is the rolling sea
Why so shy tonight, oh moon
Is the lightning disturbing you
And your rule of solitude
That I want to share with you tonight
Don't let the emptiness
Trespass on this feeling
Till we've abandoned all our regrets
Still I think about you of
ten in future and fortune
In the unwoven landscape,
in unfurnished oxygen
I don't know what you'd like the most,
maybe the rosemary or the jasmine, or the moonlight on the sea
But you're the other side of
Italy, and you're no good to me
you