Lyrics and translation Andrea Bocelli - Malia

Malia

Francesco Paolo Tosti / Pagliera
Cosa c'era ne 'l fior che m'hai dato?
Forse un filtro, Un arcano poter?
Nel toccarlo, il mio core ha tremato,
M'ha l'olezzo turbato il pensier.
Ne le vaghe movenze, che ci hai?
Un incanto vien forse con te?
Freme l'aria per dove tu vai,
Spunta un fiore ove passa 'l tuo piè.
Io non chiedo qual plaga beata
Fino adesso soggiorno ti fu:
Non ti chiedo se Ninfa, se Fata,
Se una bionda parvenza sei tu!
Ma che c'è nel tuo sguardo fatale?
Cosa ci hai nel tuo magico dir?
Se mi guardi, un'ebbrezza m'assale,
Se mi parli, mi sento morir!
Malia
What was there in that flower you gave me?
Perhaps a love-potion, a mysterious power!
As I touched it, my heart trembled,
Its perfume troubled my thoughts!
What was there in your delicate movements?
Do you bring a magic charm with you?
The air quivers wherever you go,
A flower springs at your feet as you pass!
I do not ask in which blessed region
You have lived until now:
I do not ask if you are a nymph, a fairy
Or a fair apparition!
But what is there in your fateful glance?
What is there in your magical words?
When you look at me, rapture overwhelms me,

Malia

Francesco Paolo Tosti / Pagliera
Qu'y avait-il dans la fleur que tu m'as donnée ?
Peut-être un philtre, un pouvoir mystérieux ?
En la touchant, mon cœur a tremblé,
Son parfum a troublé mes pensées.
Qu'y avait-il dans tes mouvements délicats ?
Est-ce que tu apportes avec toi un charme magique ?
L'air frissonne partout où tu vas,
Une fleur émerge à tes pieds lorsque tu passes !
Je ne te demande pas dans quelle région bénie
Tu as vécu jusqu'à présent :
Je ne te demande pas si tu es une nymphe, une fée
Ou une belle apparition !
Mais qu'y a-t-il dans ton regard fatidique ?
Qu'y a-t-il dans tes paroles magiques ?
Quand tu me regardes, l'extase me submerge,
Quand tu me parles, je sens que je vais mourir !
Malia
What was there in that flower you gave me?
Perhaps a love-potion, a mysterious power!
As I touched it, my heart trembled,
Its perfume troubled my thoughts!
What was there in your delicate movements?
Do you bring a magic charm with you?
The air quivers wherever you go,
A flower springs at your feet as you pass!
I do not ask in which blessed region
You have lived until now:
I do not ask if you are a nymph, a fairy
Or a fair apparition!
But what is there in your fateful glance?
What is there in your magical words?
When you look at me, rapture overwhelms me,