Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole 
la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la 

On days like these when skies are blue and fields are 
green 
I look around and think about what might have been 
and then I hear sweet music float around my head 
as I recall the many things we left unsaid 
its on days like these that I remember 
singing songs and drinking wine 
while your eyes played games with mine 

on days like these I wonder what became of you 
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new 
I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees 
remembering the love we knew on days like these 
its on days like these that I remember 
singing songs and drinking wine 
while your eyes played games with mine 

on days like these I wonder what became of you 
maybe today you are singing songs with someone new 

Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole 
la la la la la-la-la-la