Luciano Pavarotti - O Sole Mio 1979 1980 - Homenagem a Cristóvão Do Vale

Uma homenagem ao meu vô, Cristóvão Do Vale, um GUERREIRO VENCEDOR

Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
n'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia` na festa,
che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.
Ma n'atu sole cchiu` bello, oje ne', 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te!
O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te, sta 'nfronte a te!
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
me vene quase 'na malincunia.
Sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria,
quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n'atu sole cchiu` bello, oje ne', 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te!
O sole, 'o sole mio, sta 'nfronte a te, sta 'nfronte a te!

Frank Sinatra - New York, New York 1979 1980

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

My little town blues
They are melting away
I gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up
In that city that never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill

These are little town blues
They have all melted away
I am about to make a brand new start of it
Right there in old New York

And you bet ... baby
If I can make it there
You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere
Come on, come through
New York, New York, New York