Vats of grapes with people stomping on them while singing Volare.
Volare, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cantare, whoa, whoa!
C'mon, let's fly way up to the clouds
away from the maddening crowds.
We can sing in the glow
of a star that I know of,
where lovers enjoy peace of mind.
Let us leave the confusion
and all disillusion behind, yeah, yeah.
Just like birds of a feather,
a rainbow together we'll find.
Volare, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cantare, whoa, whoa!
No wonder my happy heart sings!
Your love has given me wings!
Volare, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Cantare, whoa, whoa!
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