i Diavoli volanti
Guardo gli asini che volano nel ciel
Ma le papere sulle nuvole si divertono a fare i cigni nel ruscel
bianco come inchiostro
Vanno i treni sopra il mare tutto blu
E le gondole bianche sbocciano nel crepuscolo sulle canne di bambù
Du, du, du, du, du
Queste strane cose vedo e altro ancor
quando ticchete ticche,ticchete ticche
ticchete sento che è guarito il cuor dall’estasi d’amor
Addio, addio, addio, addio
versione in lingua originale
SHINE ON HARVEST MOON
Shine on , shine on harvest moon ,
Up in the sky ,
I ain’t had no loving ,
Since January , April , June or July
Snow time , pay no time to stay ,
Outdoors and swoon .
Shine on , shine on harvest moon ,
For me and my girl .
Inno dei Figli del Deserto
we are the sons of the desert,
having the time of our lives,
marching along,
two thousand strong,
far from our sweethearts and wives,
god bless them tramp, tramp,
god bless them tramp, tramp,
tramp the boys are marching
and dancing to this melody….
uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm,
uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm, uhm,
sons of the desert are we!
Honolulu baby
while down on a south sea island,
underneath the beauty of the stars,
i strayed upon some maidens,
who were strumming on their guitars.
a hula maid was dancing,
and she knew i’d found my paradise.
so this is what i told her,
as i gazed into her eyes….
chorus
honolulu baby,
where’d you get those eyes?
and that dark complexion,
i just idolize?
honolulu baby,
where did you get that style?
and the pretty red lips,
and that sunny smile?
when you start to dance,
your hula hips entrance,
when you shake it up and down.
you shake a little here,
you shake a little there,
well you got the boys going to town…
honolulu baby,
sure know your stuff,
honolulu baby,
gonna call your bluff.
Frà Diavolo
Quell’uom dal fiero aspetto
guardate sul cammino
lo stocco ed il moschetto
ha sempre a lui vicino.
Guardate un fiocco rosso
ei porta sul cappello
e di velluto indosso
ricchissimo ha il mantel.
Tremate!
Fin dal sentiero del tuono
dall’eco viene il suono
“Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo.”
Tremate!
Fin dal sentiero del tuono
dall’eco viene il suono
“Diavolo, Diavolo, Diavolo.”
The Trail of the Lonesome Pine
On a mountain in Virginia, stands a lonesome pine.
Just below is the cabin home of a little girl of mine.
Her name is June and very, very soon, she’ll belong to me.
For I know she’s waiting there for me, ‘Neath that lone pine tree.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.
In the pale moonshine, our hearts entwine,
Where she carved her name and I carved mine,
Oh June, like the mountains I’m blue.
Like the pine, I am lonesome for you.
In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia,
On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine.
I Want to be in Dixie
I want to be, I want to be,
I want to be down home in Dixie,
Where the hens are doggone glad to lay,
Scrambled eggs in the new mown hay,
You ought to see, you ought to see,
You ought to see my home in Dixie.
You can tell the world I’m going to
D-I-X-I don’t know how to spell it,
But I’m goin’, you be I’m goin’,
To my home in Dixie land.
