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English translation: Here, where the sea shines and the wind howls, on the old terrace beside the gulf of Sorrento, a man embraces a girl after the tears, then clears his throat and continues the song: I love you very much very, very much, you know; it is a chain by now that heats the blood inside the veins, you know... He saw the lights out on the sea, thought of the nights there in America, but they were only the fishermen's lamps and the white wash astern. He felt the pain in the music and stood up from the piano, but when he saw the moon emerging from a cloud, death also seemed sweeter to him. He looked the girl in the eyes, those eyes as green as the sea. Then suddenly a tear fell and he believed he was drowning. I love you very much, very, very much, you know; it is a chain by now that heats the blood inside the veins, you know... The power of opera, where every drama
