L'uva Fogarina

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The Grape Harvest

Oh how beautiful the fogarina grape is,
oh how beautiful it is to know how to harvest it
and make love with my beautiful one
and make love in the middle of the meadows.

Diririn dindin (Diririn dindin).
Diririn dindin (Diririn dindin).
Diririn dindin,
din, din, din, din.

Oh how beautiful the fogarina grape is,
oh how beautiful it is to know how to harvest it
and make love with my beautiful one
and make love in the middle of the meadows.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
the sun of the countryside.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
she says it hurts her.

Teresina is drunk,
not much desire to work.
She takes off her apron,
she still has to pay.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
the sun of the countryside.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
she says it hurts her.

Oh how beautiful the fogarina grape is,
oh how beautiful it is to know how to harvest it
and make love with my beautiful one
and make love in the middle of the meadows.

Diririn dindin (Diririn dindin).
Diririn dindin (Diririn dindin).
Diririn dindin,
din, din, din, din.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
the sun of the countryside.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
she says it hurts her.

Teresina is drunk,
not much desire to work.
She takes off her apron,
she still has to pay.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
the sun of the countryside.

She doesn't want to spin,
she doesn't know how to sew,
the sun of the countryside,
she says it hurts her.

Oh how beautiful the fogarina grape is,
oh how beautiful it is to know how to harvest it
and make love with my beautiful one
and make love in the middle of the meadows.

Diririn dindin.
Diririn dindin.
Diririn dindin,
din, din, din, din.

Oh how beautiful the fogarina grape is!!

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