Gigi in paradisco [English translation]

She'll tell you what followed, she'll tell you what followed

She'll tell you what followed. . .

And Gigi will sing, and Gigi will stay

And as there is no return to America without having brought something back

There, Gigi had learned to dance

And our performance got better, got bigger

He even said to me that one day we would get married

But Gigi, Gigi knew nothing about refusing women

And when the colonel's widow asked him for a rendez-vous

Without hesitating, he was there

I'm going to tell you what followed, if the beginning is a little sad

Wait. . .before crying

One evening, the colonel's widow, in a double crime of passion

Drew*. . .Gigi fell

Mocking Gigi, joking Gigi

Gigi, I no longer hear your heart

We really cried, we really begged

We really cried, we really begged

The next day the whole town gave him a last tribute

By singing all his songs

Gigi the lover, Gigi the friend, Gigi goodbye, Gigi is finished

We really cried, we really begged

We really cried, we really begged

And since, nothing was the same

Not the weather, not the colours, not life

Sandro has started drinking, Giorgio left the country without saying anything

And me, me I spent my nights with the clairvoyants in the town

To try to communicate with him

But nothing, not a sign, not a message, not a word, not an omen, nothing!

We really cried,

"Are you proud of yourself Gigi, are you proud of yourself, huh?"

We really begged,

"But why did you have to go there that evening?"

We really cried,

"And we were going to get married and we would never leave each other again,

And I only love you, but you were. . .huh?"

We really begged,

"You couldn't stop yourself,

And so too bad, too bad for me and too bad for you,

And then, and then what do I have to say to you,

Like you were so high up, huh?

With everything that you did, you should be down there

On the way to burning in hell, in hell. . .

Oh! Oh Gigi, Gigi, forgive me!"

"Yolanda, Yolanda, Serafino wants to talk to you!"

"Serafino?"

"O solio de Gigi!"**

"You dreamed of Gigi?"

"Yes, of what he said when he arrived in front of St Peter!"

"Is that true?"

"Yes!"

"Name and surname?"

"Giuseppe Fabricio Luis Cassantini."

"Age?"

"Thirty three years minus one month"

"Born?"

"Poissoni, near Napoli"

"Ah! You're the one they nicknamed Gigi the lover

Velvet eye, good enough to eat"

"Oh St Peter, that's a little exaggerated!"

"Gigi, there are more prayers send to me for you from Pouzouli

Than from all of Italy

Gigi, there are more prayers send to me for you from Pouzouli

Than from all of Italy

My son, your sins are nothing compared to the weight of her prayers

Come in, I cannot refuse you entry to Paradise"

"Thank you, grazie, grazie"

Gigi in paradise, Gigi in paradise

Gigi in para. . .no, in paradisco!

Gigi in Paradisco, Gigi in Paradisco

Gigi, Gigi will enter paradise, disconcerted, unsure of himself

Does he just have to smile? All the angels were crazy about Gigi

He gave free galas, the Saints sang all night long

He spoke to them of his friends who, one day, would rejoin him

Gigi in Paradisco, Gigi in Paradisco

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

Oh oh oh oh

Sing your songs of long ago

You can sing in English

Like you always dreamed of

It's now or never

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

Gigi visited all the planets, made Venus his nightclub

Took the stars for projectors, every evening it was bad luck

Gigi, he sings, he dances until morning, disco to his old choruses

He finally became a star, he waits for us every evening

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

Oh oh oh oh

Sing your songs of long ago

You can sing in English

Like you always dreamed of

It's now or never

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

And look how Giorgio has come back and replaced his guitar with an electric guitar

Sandro no longer plays mandolin, he plays the synthesisers and the tuba

And me, me I learn to dance

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

Oh oh oh oh

Sing your songs of long ago

You can sing in English

Like you always dreamed of

It's now or never

"And look, it was a beautiful story, but we want to believe it

You see the Napolitans like things that end well

For us Gigi is stil living and he waits for us"

O sole mio

Go Gigi, make us a corner in Paradise

A little place that looks like Italy

Gigi in Paradisco, Gigi in Paradisco, Gigi in Paradisco

• Artist:Dalida
• Album:Gigi in Paradisco (1980)