Alessandra Amoroso, il concerto è già sold out
Don't you hear my heart Whisper through your window, Emaline? It's a lovely night, Emaline, To meander with me. Have you told your friends, Have you told your people, Emaline? Hurry up and write them a line Of our wedding to be. In the church, there's an old bell-ringer Just waiting for the time, When I place the ring around your finger, Daddy's making you mine. All I do is pray For that Sunday morning sun to shine, When I promenade down the line Hand in hand with Emaline.