Buona Sera, signorina, buona sera. It is time to say goodnight to Napoli. Though it's hard for us to whisper, buona sera. With that old moon above the Meditteranean sea. In the mornin' signorina w
When you're alone, who cares for starlit skies. When you're alone, the magic moonlight dies. At break of dawn, there is no sunrise. When your lover has gone. . What lonely hours, the evening shad