La Lavanderina
Le Mondine
The Beautiful Washerwoman
The lovely washerwoman heads to the river, singing along
Descending from the hill, fresh in the morning light
Carrying a basket full, how many clothes will she wash?
The day is long, feels like an eternity
The sun is about to set
Washerwoman, head back to your little home
Those swollen hands, how do you manage?
They hurt more than ever now
From afar, it seems like
Your new village is already waiting
At the door while the day dies
Just a kiss with tender pain
The lovely washerwoman heads to the river, singing along
That song spreads from the river to the shores
Like a lullaby, it will repeat until evening
Always that refrain, feels like an eternity
The sun is about to set
Washerwoman, head back to your little home
Those swollen hands, how do you manage?
They hurt more than ever now
From afar, it seems like
Your new village is already waiting
At the door while the day dies
Just a kiss with tender pain
The sun is about to set
Washerwoman, head back to your little home
Those swollen hands, how do you manage?
They hurt more than ever now
From afar, it seems like
Your new village is already waiting
At the door while the day dies
Just a kiss with tender pain
At the door while the day dies
Just a kiss with tender pain
