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O montagnola

Oh Mountain Girl

Oh mountain girl on the rock
come to me on my boat
I want to tell you how much I love you
and perhaps also you can give me some counsel...

You're beautiful, you're dear
how much you appeal to me
I am nurturing in my heart
a great love for you.

I cannot love you, fischerman of the waves
beacuse I am a poor girl and you are great
I was born on the mountains, between the branches
where the nuts grow on the chestnuts and oaks

The snowflakes bury us
in the winter, you must know,
and I have nothing to wear
to make love with you.

I'm a fisherman and in my vessel
I have coral to cover all of you
your arms, your breast, and your pretty head
Such that you can come to the dance parties.

Dressed up and envied
An angel you are
If you make love with me,
you'll enjoy great pleasures.

I cannot love you oh fisherman
my mother would beat me
Because she doesn't want me to make love
with fishermen that go out to sea

between wind and storms
they might drown
and for this reason, my dear,
I cannot love you.

Your eyes are enchantresses
capable of enlightening the sea
come with me, we 'll be happy
we'll navigate between caresses and kisses.

Don't worry, you'll see
There'll be no fear.
When I catch a ring
I'll give it to you.

So, if you promise me, my love,
Your heart will be greatly welcome with me
I will give you a delicate flower
When you have put the ring on my finger.

And look at me and see
how my flesh is
I was born a girl of the mountains
Among wind, cold, and ice.