Creola - Gigliola Cinquetti

Che bei fior carnosi

son le donne dell’Havana

hanno il sangue torrido,

come l’Ecuador.

Fiori voluttuosi

come coca boliviana

chi di voi s’inebria

ci ripete ognor:

Creola

dalla bruna aureola

per piet?

sorridimi

che l’amor m’assal.

Straziami

ma di baci saziami

mi tormenta l’anima

uno strano mal.

La lussuria passa

come un vento turbinante

che gli odor pi?

perfidi

reca ognor con s?

ed i cuori squassa

quella raffica fragrante

e inginocchia gli uomini

sempre ai nostri pi?.

Creola

dalla bruna aureola

per piet?

sorridimi

che l’amor m’assal.

Straziami

ma di baci saziami

mi tormenta l’anima

uno strano mal

What beautiful fleshy flowers

they are the women of Havana

they have torrid blood,

like Ecuador.

Voluptuous flowers

like Bolivian coca

who among you is inebriated

he repeats to us every time:

Creole

from the dark halo

for pity?

smile at me

that love assaulted me.

Tear me apart

but satisfy me with kisses

my soul torments me

a strange ache.

Lust passes

like a whirling wind

which smells the most?

treacherous

carries each with s?

and hearts shake

that fragrant burst

and kneel men

always to our pi ?.

Creole

from the dark halo

for pity?

smile at me

that love assaulted me.

Tear me apart

but satisfy me with kisses

my soul torments me

a strange ache