L'uva fogarina
Orietta Berti
The Beautiful Grape
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din.
Oh, how beautiful the grape is
and how nice it is to harvest it
making love with my sweetheart
making love in the meadow.
Spinning thread, oh spinning
sewing, I can't do that
the sun in the countryside
the sun in the countryside
Spinning thread, oh spinning
sewing, I can't do that
the sun in the countryside
it says it hurts, right?
Teresina, the drunkard
has little desire to work
she's all in a nightgown
still has bills to pay.
Oh, how beautiful the grape is
and how nice it is to harvest it
making love with my sweetheart
making love in the meadow.
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din.
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin
Diri rindindin, din, din, din, din.
