Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of air
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Rolling by
On the beach
With the three of us
Tell me what's beyond the curtain
Made of water, made of ice
And the kite is so red
But it does not fly
Passing by
On the beach
With the three of us
Running with the wind
The hands on the clock
Are frozen
Though the sun keeps shining

Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter saturday
Like a sunny winter Saturday
We were glowing on this sunny Saturday

Addio, del passato bei sogni ridenti,
le rose del volto già sono pallenti;
l'amore d'Alfredo perfino mi manca,
conforto, sostegno dell'anima stanca -
conforto, sostegno -
Ah, della traviata sorridi al desio;
a lei, deh, perdona; tu accoglila, o Dio!
Ah! - Tutto, tutto finì, or tutto, tutto finì.