Piove (Ciao ciao bambina) - Connie Francis

Violins played by the wind are crying

Softly the silvery rain is sighing

Slowly the flame of our love is dying

It rains on our love, and we must part

Ciao, ciao, Bambina, the rain is falling

Once more I kiss you and then goodbye

Our love was just like a fairy story

But all its glory must pass us by Are raindrops trembling upon your face, dear

Or are they teardrops for the love we knew?

Ciao, ciao, Bambina, my heart is calling

While rain is falling I cry with you

Ciao, ciao, Bambina, the rain is falling

Once more I kiss you and then goodbye

Our love was just like a fairy story

But all its glory must pass us by Are raindrops trembling upon your face, dear

Or are they teardrops for the love we knew?

Ciao, ciao, Bambina, my heart is calling

While rain is falling I cry with you