L'Italiano

Let me sing, with the guitar in hand
Let me sing.....I'm the Italian

Good morning Italy of burning spaghetti
And a partisan as president
With the car radio always in the right hand
A canary above the window
Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America on the posters
With songs with love with heart
With more women always but nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God....You know I'm here too

Let me sing, with the guitar in hand
Let me sing a song softly, softly
Let me sing, because I'm proud
I'm the Italian....the true Italian (modulation)

Good morning Italy that doesn't get scared
With shaving cream and mint
With a pinstriped suit on blue
And the Sunday moriola in more blue
Good morning Italy with strong coffee
New stockings in the first drawer
With the flag in the pantry
And a Fiat 600 with a body
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God....you know I'm here too