Dimmi, Capitano!

Feel the silk on my skin?
Lets me shiver somehow
Makes him nervous, just look!
Handsome smile
Blue-dressed captain…
Could I leap overboard?
Would I swim in this dress?
Should I ask him for help?
What a mess! What a mess!
Blue-dressed captain –
Would I?
Blue-dressed captain –
Not really!

Dimmi, capitano
Non posso lottare più?
Non devo gridare più?
Commandare più?
Condannare più?
Dimmi, capitano
E giusto?
L´ho scelto?

Asks me, if I want more
Of this excellent meat
Is this awkward or sweet?
Dazzling game,
Blue-dressed captain!
How do I have to play?
Second-rate more or less…
Listen to your bold tales?
What a mess! What a mess!
Blue-dressed captain –
Would I?
Blue-dressed captain –
Not really!

Dimmi, capitano
Non posso lottare più?
Non devo gridare più?
Commandare più?
Condannare più?
Dimmi, capitano
E giusto?
L´ho scelto?

Which is the greater extasy? The man´s or the woman´s?
And are they not perhaps the same?
No, this is the most delicious: to refuse, and see him frown.
For nothing is more heavenly than to resist and to yield.
To yield and to resist.
I´m, not sure that I won´t throw myself overboard –
For the mere pleasure of being rescued by a blue-jacket after all.
Heavens! What fools they make of us – what fools we are!
To deny a woman teaching lest she may laugh at you.
To be slave of a petticoat, and yet to go about as if you were the Lords of creation.
“Praise god that I´m a woman” I cried – Huh, I was about to run into the extreme folly
Than which none is more distressing in woman or man either –
Of being proud of my sex.

Dimmi, capitano
Non posso lottare più?
Non devo gridare più?
Commandare più?
Condannare più?
Dimmi, capitano
E giusto?
L´ho scelto?