Letra de Marcó
Música de Di Sarli
She could not win the heavens
and she was a virgin with black braids
her lips were two fires
and her eyes a prayer
she lit up when laughing
and she burned me when kissing
my bride was a saint
a little crystal doll
bashful and subtle
like aromatic clover
so was my bride
and in my arms she fell asleep
we wanted to make a nest
but destiny cheated us
the brief temptation that dies
is like a bad bride
the earth, the sun, the moon
over the crib where the angel sleeps
that is what her love is
kisses like your kisses
I have looked for in a hundred mouths
and I did not find them
my bride, dear bride
I have killed your heart.