On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart,

On the island of Stromboli, every dream I own had its start.

If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh,

If you ask me for a reason, I can't tell you why.

It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon.

No violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune.

How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,

Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?

(musical interlude)

No luce da luna, perche luna non c'era

*Sez ai en quan di violini*

*Con ecuando se en son,*

How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,

Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?



This is Italian for "It was not light from the moon, because there was no moonlight."

*This must be some sort of Italian dialect and it should mean, "No violins are playing, but our hearts

are in tune."