L'ECCEZIONE (VERSIONE INTERNAZIONALE)

When the April showers blur the horizon disconsolately fishermen bring their boats sowly back to the shore.
When April showers send housewives hurrying outdoors to salvage rows of white washing hanging on the line.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end, every cloud lost its silver-lining, having fun was playing a game of pretend.
The April showers release the sweet scent of blossolming trees to ride the wind and go down to mingle with the salt-sea air.
I know that summer's just round the corner playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
All through those chilled and cheerless winters, col comfort came slowly to an end.
What we missed then, most of all, was our indisputable right to laughter.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.
And through those meloncholy winters, how cold the nights coul be, my imitation of contentment was a parody.

One look from him and I fell under his spell,
His manicured fingers moved like a magician's.
His lips in proportion to the pearly-white,
Dazzling perfection of his irresistible smile.

With great expertise, never wasting a word,
I gave in to his charm and persuasion as he
Sweet talked me.

We started to meet and date fast and furiously,
In all the unusual places we could think of.
My artful young man had endless resources,
Pulling the strings that seduced me.

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.

Wedding Day memories come back  to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
Something borrowed 'n' blue, something old 'n' new, 
As I waited devoutly for the groom to appear. 

Crammed in their pews the guests growing restless
Restraining their pent-up hysteria.
The minutes ticked by with relentless precision,
So where on earth was my husband to be ?

No hesitation when he asked me sincerely:
"Come on let's get married". he was a master of self-assured ease.

Wedding Day memories come back to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.

Wedding Day memories come back  to remind me,
A veil of white lace trailing softly behind me,
No nervous bridegroom in manly composure,
Only the priest in conspicuous embarassment.

Wedding Day memories come back  to remind me,
A veil of white lace flowing softly behind me,
No wedding march to walk down the
aisle with, just the dull dirge of 
my inconsolable grieVING.

Masinu cugghieva a cirasa,
“ten’accura ca sciddichi”,
vanniava a soggira.
Iddu pinsava megghiu ca mi 
spicciu picchì ma ittau.

“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”
“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”

A soggira, vistuta di niuru,
sutta u picu ro suli schigghiava:
“Masinu accura su caschi
t’acciunchi”. Iddu pinsava:
“‘cchi beddu stu triulu”.

“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”
“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”

“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”
“Si misu jautu e a scala non teni,
scinni Masinu di l’avvuru, alleggiu”

Tra u picciu da soggira
e tra ca era misu mali,
a scala si ruppi,
ma iddu arristau appinnutu
‘nda l’avvuru e a bedda
cirasa arruau n’terra.

…a bedda cirasa russa e duci.

…a bedda cirasa russa e duci.

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