| The lyric of Che Gelida Manina, Michael Bolton's song (La boheme)(How cold your little hand is!) Che gelida manina! Se la lasci riscaldar. Cercar che giova? Al buio non si trova. Ma per fortuna e una notte di luna e qui la luna l abbiiamo vicina. Aspettisignorinale diro con due parole chi son chi sone che facciocome vivoVuole? Chi son? Chi son? Son un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In poverta mia lieta scialo da gran signore rimi ed inni d amore. Per sogni e per chimere e per castelli in aria l anima ho milionaria. Talor del mio forziere ruban tutti i gioielle due ladri: gli occhi belli. V entrar con voi pur ora ed i miei sogni usati ed i bei sogni miei tosto si dileguar! Ma il furto non m accora poiche poiche v ha preso stanza la speranza. Or che mi conoscete parlate voi. Deh parlate. Chi siete? Vi piaccia dir? SYNOPSES It is Christmas Eve on Paris Left Bank. Rodolfo is at home writing when a stranger knocks at the door. It is Mimia neighborwho needs to borrow a match to relight her candle. Mimi is barely out the doorwhen she realizes she has lost her key. As they search for itRodolfos hand falls upon hers. ENGLISH TRANSLATION How cold your little hand is! Will you let me warm it for you? Why bother looking? It s darkand we won t find it. It s our good luckthoughthis night s filled with moonlight up here the moonlight could rest on our shoulders. Please waitmy dear young ladyand I will quickly tell you who stands before youand what I do how I make my living. May I? Who am I? What am I? I am a poet. What keeps me busy? Writing! And what do I live on? Nothing! In poverty I m cheerfulI am a prince who squanders arias and couplets of longing. And as for hopes and dreams of love and castles-in-the-air MissI am a millionaire! My fortress could be broken inrobbed clean of the fine jewels I store; if the theives were eyes like yours. And now that I have seen youall of my lovely dreaming all of the sweetest dreams I ve dreamtquickly have slipped away. This theft does not upset mebecause such treasures mean nothing now that I m rich with sweet hope! And now that you have met meI ask you please Tell meladywho you areI ask you please!
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