La Caccavella
Aurelio Fierro
The Big Spoon
I bought the big spoon,
I bought the big spoon,
the big spoon,
for the love of my beauty,
for the love of my beauty.
Of my beauty!
If the moon looks at me and dances
with that face like a pastry,
like a pastry,
I don't give a damn about it,
I sing this little serenade
to my beauty.
Tell me, tell me, who did this to you,
who committed this crime.
I'm cooked, I'm overcooked,
I make eyes like fried fish!
Even at night, in bed,
I twist and turn, jump and dash.
I commit myself for you!
Word of honor! Word of honor!
I went to the priest,
I went to the priest,
I confessed to him
that, because of my beauty,
I vent with the big spoon!
With the big spoon!
The good priest replied to me:
"You, brother, are ruined,
you are trapped,
in love you need patience,
you must do penance,
three days without...!
Tell me, tell me, who did this to you,
who committed this crime.
I'm cooked, I'm overcooked,
I make eyes like fried fish!
Even at night, in bed,
I twist and turn, jump and dash.
I commit myself for you!
Word of honor! Word of honor!
If you want I'll give you everything,
even the heart that's in my chest
I'll put it on the plate,
Sunday! Sunday!
Word of honor!
Word of honor!
Word of honor!
