THE ITALIAN
(Festival di Sanremo 1983)
Let me sing with guitar in hand
let me sing ...
are an Italian!
Buongiorno Italy's spaghetti
a partisan as President,
with the car radio always in the right hand
a canary above the window.
Good morning Italy with your artists with too much
America on the posters,
with songs made with love and heart, with more women
fewer nuns.
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria,
with eyes full of melancholy,
hello God ... know that there are too.
Let me sing with guitar in hand,
Let me sing a song gradually.
Let me sing,
because I'm proud:
are an Italian,
a real Italian.
Buongiorno Italy who is not afraid
with shaving cream and mint,
the blue pinstriped suit with a
and replays on Sunday on TV.
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee,
new socks in the top drawer;
with the flag in the laundry
seventeenth century and a body down.
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria,
with sweet eyes of melancholy,
hello God ... You know that I am too.
Let me sing with guitar in hand,
Let me sing a song gradually.
Let me sing, because it
I am proud:
are an Italian,
a real Italian.
(Festival di Sanremo 1983)
Let me sing with guitar in hand
let me sing ...
are an Italian!
Buongiorno Italy's spaghetti
a partisan as President,
with the car radio always in the right hand
a canary above the window.
Good morning Italy with your artists with too much
America on the posters,
with songs made with love and heart, with more women
fewer nuns.
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria,
with eyes full of melancholy,
hello God ... know that there are too.
Let me sing with guitar in hand,
Let me sing a song gradually.
Let me sing,
because I'm proud:
are an Italian,
a real Italian.
Buongiorno Italy who is not afraid
with shaving cream and mint,
the blue pinstriped suit with a
and replays on Sunday on TV.
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee,
new socks in the top drawer;
with the flag in the laundry
seventeenth century and a body down.
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria,
with sweet eyes of melancholy,
hello God ... You know that I am too.
Let me sing with guitar in hand,
Let me sing a song gradually.
Let me sing, because it
I am proud:
are an Italian,
a real Italian.
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