Via Del Campo

On Via del Campo there's a charming one
with big eyes the color of leaves
every night she stands at the threshold
selling the same rose to everyone.

On Via del Campo there's a little girl
with lips the color of dew
her eyes gray like the road
flowers bloom where she walks.

On Via del Campo there's a whore
with big eyes the color of leaves
if you feel like loving her
just take her by the hand
and it feels like you're going far away
she looks at you with a smile
you didn't believe that paradise
was just there on the first floor.

On Via del Campo there goes a deluded one
to beg her to marry him
to see her climb the stairs
until the balcony is closed.

Love and laugh if love responds
cry out loud if it doesn't hear you
diamonds don't grow from nothing
flowers grow from manure
diamonds don't grow from nothing
flowers grow from manure