Evviva La Torre Di Pisa

The apple falls from the apple tree,
the pear from the pear tree is forced to fall.
The rain falls from the sky,
men fall into the sea.

Yesterday a magnificent vase
fell on my nose from the tenth floor,
and with a sweet smile
I started to sing:

Hooray for the Leaning Tower of Pisa
that leans, that leans
but always stays up.

Hooray for the Leaning Tower of Pisa
that leans, that leans
and never falls down.

If you come with me Maria Luisa,
you will look at it, and then you will exclaim: