Domenica D'agosto - Bobby Solo, Little Tony

Domenica d’agosto che caldo fa!

La spiaggia e' un girarrosto, non servira'

Bere una bibita

Se in fondo all’anima

Sogno l’oceano.

Slash!

Ondeggiano le palme da dattero

In cielo un volo di fenicotteri

Sopra lo scoglio c’e'

Una ragazza che

Ride e si tuffa giu'.

Splash!

Vieni qui, lei mi fa, tulla tullalla

Vieni qui, se ti va, tulla tullalla

Qui da me troverai, tulla tullalla

Tutto cio' che non ha

Sopra lo scoglio c’e'

Una ragazza che

Ride e si tuffa giu'.

Splash!

Vieni qui, lei mi fa, tulla tullalla

Vieni qui, se ti va, tulla tullalla

Qui da me troverai, tulla tullalla

Tutto cio' che non hai

Domenica d’agosto che sera blu!

In cielo c’e' una stella che guarda giu'

Prendo la moto e

Vengo a cercare te

Ma non ti trovo piu'.

Splash!

Sunday in August, how hot it is!

The beach is a rotisserie, you won't need it

Have a soft drink

If at the bottom of the soul

I dream of the ocean.

Slash!

Date palms sway

In the sky a flight of flamingos

Above the rock there is

A girl who

He laughs and dives down.

Splash!

Come here, she tells me, tulla tullalla

Come here, if you like, take it away

Here with me you will find, tulla tullalla

Everything she doesn't have

Above the rock there is

A girl who

He laughs and dives down.

Splash!

Come here, she tells me, tulla tullalla

Come here, if you like, take it away

Here with me you will find, tulla tullalla

Everything you don't have

Sunday in August, what a blue evening!

In the sky there is a star that looks down

I take the bike and

I come to look for you

But I can't find you anymore.

Splash!