Lucciola...
  
  Down by the quayside -
  Everything tastes salty
  Salty hair
  Salty skin
  Salty wind
  
  Lucciola, Lucciola
  Somebody's calling me on the wind
  Lucciola, Lucciola, Lucciola
  He's calling me on the wind
  
  The streets -
  It's hard to breath in this heat
  Bare - shouldered - hazy view
  Here you can cheat only once
  
  Lucciola...
  
  They say I'm crasy -
  It's the wind that's crasy
  Salty is our love - love me
  Your love's the only love
  
  Lucciola...