L'italiano

Let me sing with the guitar in hand
Let me sing, I am an Italian

Good morning Italy, spaghetti al dente and 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 with love, with heart, with more women and fewer nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria with eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God, you know I'm here too

Let me sing with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song slowly
Let me sing, because I am proud
I am an Italian, a true Italian

Good morning Italy, not afraid
And with mint shaving cream
With a pinstripe suit in blue and the movie camera on Sundays on TV
Good morning Italy with espresso coffee
New socks in the top drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaner's and a 600cc, bodywork guide
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria with eyes soft with melancholy
Good morning God, you know I'm here too

Let me sing with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song slowly
Let me sing, because I am proud
I am an Italian, a true Italian

Let me sing with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song slowly
Let me sing, because I am proud
I am an Italian, a true Italian