Una canzone da due soldi

In the old streets of the busiest neighborhood,
towards noon, or at sunset,
an out-of-tune accordion and violin
are often heard playing.

They accompany
a makeshift singer,
who for a little or nothing
sings a song.

It's a simple song worth two cents
sung in the suburbs' streets
and awakens memories deep in the soul
of a sweet and carefree youth.

It's a simple song for the heart,
few notes with the usual words,
but there's always someone who listens and gets emotional
thinking back to the time that will never return.

You can see slowly
a window opening from afar,
someone leaning out to listen
and sigh.

It's a simple song worth two cents
sung in the suburbs' streets,
for those who hope, love, dream,
it's the eternal sweet story of love.

Its tune the next day,
six hundred orchestras will play.
Dressed in worldliness,
it will go everywhere.

But the simple song worth two cents
will end up returning to where it was born,
on the street, on a loving mouth
that sings dreaming of happiness.

A song worth two cents,
two cents of happiness.