Vado a lavorare

I remember when I was still a young boy,
but already working like a man
My song was this one here:

Sure, the land costs effort,
more and more, more and more
Sure, the land is like a woman,
every season changes her dress

Yellow in summer,
ripe wheat,
red in autumn,
safe wine,
Olive green
when winter comes,
in spring, she dresses herself

I'm going to work,
but what are we doing tonight?
Who's got a woman?
La la la la la la la la la

I'm going to work,
but where does my heart go?
Looking for a flower it doesn't have,
and if it's a rose, let me pick it
Summer came and I picked the rose.
Long live the groom! Long live the bride!
The later it gets, the more I fall in love,
but when it's day, double work

Work with the sun,
work with the wind,
leave at dawn,
return at sunset
but with the moon and clear sky,
I lay on the hay, love with you

I'm going to work,
but if I were born a king,
I'd party with you
la la la la la la la la la
I'm going to work,
I'm tired, but what does it matter?
she doesn't know at night
la la la la la la la la la

I'm going to work,
but if I were born a king,
I'd party with you
la la la la la la la la la

I'm going to work,
it's cold outside, but what does it matter?
There's someone who will warm me up