Sitting in the evening, on a chair in the streets of Italy
Breathing in the scenery, enjoy the breeze as we walk every alley
A luxury few afford, a bit lazy but never bored
It does good to get out and see the world
What a way to live, the warm alone
Why bother with back home?
In Positano, under the moonlight, under the sole and lively night we dance on
Walk the bay, among foreign ways, in the afternoon I sit and lie awake
In the midst of markets' chatter, catch your glimpse that's all that matters
It's getting dark, lets drive its not that far to the coast, to shore, or the bar
What a way to live, the warm alone
Why bother with back home?
In Positano, under the moonlight, under the sole and lively night we dance on