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This is "Margherita", a song by Riccardo Cocciante (1976),
probably one of the most beautiful italian songs ever written.
I don't want to add too many of my words to it,
here is the text with english translation.
After reading it,
enjoy the YouTube audio.

Be loving and always in love, somehow.
Don't become cold.
That's the end of everything human in you.

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Io non posso stare fermo
con le mani nelle mani
tante cose devo fare
prima che venga domani...
E se lei gi sta dormendo
io non posso riposare
far in modo che al risveglio
non mi possa pi scordare.

Perch questa lunga notte
non sia nera pi del nero
fatti grande, dolce Luna
e riempi il cielo intero...
E perch quel suo sorriso
possa ritornare ancora
splendi Sole domattina
come non hai fatto ancora...

E per poi farle cantare
le canzoni che ha imparato
io le costruir un silenzio
che nessuno ha mai sentito...
Sveglier tutti gli amanti
parler per ore ed ore
abbracciamoci pi forte
perch lei vuole l'amore.

Poi corriamo per le strade
e mettiamoci a ballare
perch lei vuole la gioia
perch lei odia il rancore
poi coi secchi di vernice
coloriamo tutti i muri
case, vicoli e palazzi
perch lei ama i colori
raccogliamo tutti i fiori
che pu darci Primavera
costruiamole una culla
per amarsi quando sera

Poi saliamo su nel cielo
e prendiamole una stella
perch Margherita buona
perch Margherita bella
perch Margherita dolce
perch Margherita vera
perch Margherita ama
e lo fa una notte intera...

perch Margherita un sogno
perch Margherita il sale
perch Margherita il vento
e non sa che pu far male...
perch Margherita tutto
ed lei la mia pazzia
Margherita, Margherita
Margherita adesso mia,

Margherita mia...

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I cannot stay here still
with my hands in my hands,
there's so many things I must do
before tomorrow comes...
And if she is already sleeping,
I cannot rest at all;
I'll do such things, that, when she wakes up,
she won't forget me anymore.

And to make this long night
not blacker than black,
make yourself big, sweet Moon,
and fill the whole sky...
And for her bright smile
to come back again,
shine, Sun, tomorrow morning,
like you never did before...

Then, to make her sing
the songs she has learned,
I will build for her a silence
that nobody ever heard...
I'll wake up all of the lovers,
I'll talk for hours and hours,
let's close in a stronger embrace
because she wants love.

Then let's run through the streets
and let's start dancing,
because she wants joy,
because she hates sadness;
then, with colored paint buckets,
let's paint all the walls
of homes, alleys and palaces,
because she loves colors
let's pick up all the flowers
that Spring can give us,
let's build a cradle for her,
to love each other when evening falls.

Then let's climb to the sky
and catch a star for her,
because Margherita is good,
because Margherita is beautiful;
because Margherita is sweet,
because Margherita is real,
because Margherita loves
and she does it for a whole night;

because Margherita is a dream,
because Margherita is life's salt,
because Margherita is the wind
and she doesn't know she can hurt;
because Margherita is everything
and she is my craze;
Margherita, Margherita,
Margherita now is mine.

Margherita is mine...

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