Santa Lucia.
Now ‘neath the silver moon, ocean is glowing,
O’er the calm below, soft winds are blowing.
Here balmy zephyrs blow, pure joy invite us
And as we gently row, all things delight us.
Hark how the sailors cry, joyously echoes nigh,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Home of far poesy, realm pure harmony
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
When o’er thy waters, light winds are playing,
Thy spell can sooth us all care allaying,
To thee sweet Neapoli, what charms are given,
Where smiles creation, toil blest by heaven
Hark how the sailors cry, joyously echoes nigh,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Home of far poesy, realm pure harmony
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia
Текст добавил(а): sergios
