On the island of Stromboli, recklessly I gave my heart,
On the island of Stromboli, every dream I own had its start.
If you tell me it was madness, I can only shrug and sigh,
If you ask me for a reason, I can't tell you why.
It wasn't the moonlight, for there wasn't a moon.
No violins were playing, yet our heart-strings were in tune.
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?

No luce da luna, perche luna non c'era
Sez ai en quan di violini
Con ecuando se en son,
How can I forget Stromboli, how can I begin to try,
Tell me I'll regret Stromboli, I'll say what care I?