Anzoleta after the regatta

Have a kiss!, another one!,

dear Momolo, from my heart;

rest here, for it's high time

to dry this sweat.

Ah, I saw you when, as passing,

you threw a glance at me

and I said, breathing again:

he's going to win a good prize,

indeed, the prize of this flag,

that is the red one;

the whole Venice spoke:

she declared you the winner.

Have a kiss, God bless you!,

no one rows better than you,

of all the breeds of gondoliers

you're the best.