The silvery sand was a magical carpet of white
We shared with each other our kisses and willing surrender
And promised each other that we would remember that night
Then we had to part broken hearted
You gave me a shell as we parted ...
You told me to listen
For it had a message for me
Pretty shell that we found by the sea
Souvenir d'italie!
Pretty shell that I took home with me
Souvenir d'Italie!
Even though we are so far apart
Still the shell speaks to me
And a voice that is yours
Calls me back to your shores
Voice of love ...
Souvenir d'Italie!
Ma perché non mi fai piú dormire
Solo tu, me lo puoi dire
Te ne sei andata cosí
E mi lasci partire
Souvenir, souvenir d'Italie!
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