Let me sing, with guitar in hand
Let me sing, I'm an Italian
Good morning Italy, spaghetti to the tooth
And a partisan as president; with the car radio always
In the right hand and a canary above the window
Good morning Italy, with your artists, with too much America
On the posters. With songs with love and heart
With more? women are less and less nuns
Good morning Italy, Good morning Mary
With eyes full of melancholy, good morning God
You know that I am here too?
Let me sing, with guitar in hand
Let me sing a piano song
Let me sing, why? I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian, a real Italian
Good morning Italy that does not get scared,
With mint shaving cream; with a plush dress
On the blue and moviola on Sunday in T.V.
Hello Italy with caff? narrow
The new socks in the first drawer
With the dyeing flag and a sixteenth century? of bodywork
Good morning Italy, Good morning Mary
With eyes full of melancholy ... good morning God
You know that I am here too?
Let me sing, with guitar in hand
let me sing a piano song
Let me sing why? I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian, a real Italian
Let me sing, why? I'm proud of it
I'm an Italian, a real Italian
Only among all we can make this a better place :)