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Oh Lola, white like a rose, when you show your face, the sun shines brighter;
Whoever has kissed your ruby lips, would never ask more from God!
If your blood is spilled inside your door, I don't care if I live!
If for you I should die and go to heaven, I would not enter if I did not see your face there!
The oranges perfume the green verges, the larks sing among the blooming myrtles;
It is time to sing the tender song that quickens the heartbeat.
In the field among golden ears of corn, arrives the noise of your spools.
Tired, resting from our labors, we think of you, our bright-eyed beauties.
We run to you, as the bird flies to its mating call!
Stop the rural labors; The serene Virgin rejoices in the Savior!
It is time to sing the tender song that quickens the heartbeat.
In the field among golden ears of corn, arrives the noise of your spools.
Tired, resting from our labors, we think of you, our bright-eyed beauties.
We run to you, as the bird flies to its mating call!
Tell me, Mamma Lucia…
- You?!? What do you want? -...Where is Turiddu?
- You're here looking for my son? - Forgive me, I only want to know where to find him.
- I don't know; I don't want trouble! - Mamma Lucia, I beg you, in tears…
…do as the Lord did for Mary Magdalene, tell me, for pity's sake, where is Turiddu?
- He's gone for wine in Francofonte. - No! He was seen in the village late at night.
What are you saying? He hasn't been home!
- Come inside! - I cannot enter your house… I am excommunicated!
And what do you know about my son?
What a thorn I have in my heart!