Tango delle rose - Connie Francis

There, apart from roses and flowers

The idyll began

Furon and kisses,

Caresses bold

Then the madness of passion.

"T'amo", she whispers

And a kiss ardent makes tremar.

And his sweet love

Ognor whispers thus:

"Amami! Baciami with passion!

Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!

Coglimi! My life is like a flower:

Soon blooms and dies soon.

E'sol for you my heart!"

But it was a sad day

And their love ended

As a rose

Killed by frost

Its beauty sfiorì soon.

Crowds in the garden of roses

Strugge is vain in his dolor.

Piange and how allor

Sings to lost love.

"Amami! Baciami with passion!

Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!

Coglimi! My life is like a flower:

Soon blooms and dies soon.

E'sol for you my heart! "