La Piccinina
Carlo Buti
The Little Girl
With your face half powdered,
the most beautiful carefree smile,
you walk through the busiest street
with your box of novelties.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
who passes by every morning
happily trotting among the people,
singing always cheerfully.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
you are so mischievous
that you blush red
if someone, here and there,
whispers a sweet phrase to you,
makes a wink like a fish,
greets you and then leaves.
When you are alone in the store
and try on a little hat in front of the mirror,
you always think of that young man
who will wait for you outside every evening.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
who passes by every morning
happily trotting among the people,
singing always cheerfully.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
you are so mischievous
that you blush red
if someone, here and there,
whispers a sweet phrase to you,
makes a wink like a fish,
greets you and then leaves.
Simple as that, you are like a flower,
you don't know the heartbeats of love,
but if one day you will know what love is,
you will regret this beautiful age.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
who passes by every morning
happily trotting among the people,
singing always cheerfully.
Oh, beautiful little girl,
you are so mischievous
that you blush red
if someone, here and there,
whispers a sweet phrase to you,
makes a wink like a fish,
greets you and then leaves.
