When sun on Taormina sinks Its lull will paint the evening still In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks. Far yonder star, in silence, winks So well aware the air will chill When sun on Taormina sinks. The boundless vista slowly shrinks With twilight tints at nighttide's will In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks. And, all at sea, the ocean drinks The gentle rain from off the hill When sun on Taormina sinks. The solar sage above re-thinks And yields a sundown-coloured spill In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks. The light of dawn here interlinks With dark of dusk, the day to kill, When sun on Taormina sinks In pastel, scarlet, orchid pinks.