Tekst en muziek: Lucio Battisti alias Ambra Borelli / Vertaling: Jack Fishman
(1969)
Lala la la, lala la la, lala la la, lala la
Lala la lala, lalalala la
If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise, I’d rather have you
They say paradise is up in the stars
But I needn’t sigh, because it’s so far
’Cause I know it’s worth a heaven on earth
For me where you are
A look from your eyes, a touch of your hand
And I seem to fly to some other land
When you are around my heart always pounds
Just like a brass band
If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise, I’d rather have you
Oh yes, I’d rather have you
Lala la la, lala la la, lala la la, lala la
Lala la lala, lalalala la
If paradise is half as nice as heaven that you take me to
Who needs paradise, I’d rather have you
Oh yes, I’d rather have you
Lala la la, lala la la, lala la la, lala la
Lala la lala, lalalala la
They say paradise is up in the stars
If paradise is half as nice
But I needn’t sigh, because it’s so far
As heaven that you take me to
’Cause I know it’s worth a heaven on earth
Who needs paradise
For me where you are
I’d rather have you
A look from your eyes, a touch with your hand
If paradise is half as nice
And I seem to fly to some other land
As heaven that you take me to