[03:02.00]There, apart from roses and flowers
[03:02.00]the idyll began
[03:02.00]furon and kisses,
[03:02.00]caresses bold
[03:02.00]then the madness of passion.
[03:02.00]"T'amo," she whispers
[03:02.00]and a kiss ardent makes tremar.
[03:02.00]And his sweet love
[03:02.00]ognor whispers thus:
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00]"Amami! Baciami with passion!
[03:02.00]Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!
[03:02.00]Coglimi! My life is like a flower:
[03:02.00]soon blooms and dies soon.
[03:02.00]E'sol for you my heart!"
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00]But it was a sad day
[03:02.00]and their love ended
[03:02.00]as a rose
[03:02.00]killed by frost
[03:02.00]its beauty sfiorì soon.
[03:02.00]Crowds in the garden of roses
[03:02.00]strugge is vain in his dolor.
[03:02.00]Piange and how allor
[03:02.00]sings to lost love.
[03:02.00]
[03:02.00]"Amami! Baciami with passion!
[03:02.00]Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!
[03:02.00]Coglimi! My life is like a flower:
[03:02.00]soon blooms and dies soon.
[03:02.00]E'sol for you my heart!"