Il Garibaldi Innamorato

And Garibaldi stares at the sea
and takes a sip of rum...
that they don't ship any more Marsala here in Havana...
think back to the prickly pears of your native land...
the hot nights down in Bahia, how melancholy.

And start the band, and if it's a samba,
be played by God...
there is Garibaldi in love on the streets of Rio...
wide-brimmed hat, and underneath a brown poncho,
and under the poncho my Anita... beats a corasson...

I can only give you love
everything you want
I can only give you love...
when you ask me.

Whoever goes there, long live Garibaldi, wow...
fire at will...
what a clamor! long live Garibaldi
yes, senior... el conquistador...

And Garibaldi is wanted in all the southern seas,
but you can't cut your beard for reasons of look...
Anita says "Peppe, when Brazil plays...
we go to see it in Italy... think about it Peppì!"

I can only give you love
everything you want
yes I know it's not a question
I never go too far.

Who is there
supergaribaldi
ullallà el conquistador
eh, paisa
Garibaldi himself
yes, sir! right there...

Who is there,
always Garibaldi
eh paisà... fire at will...
what a clamor... el Garibaldi passes
si senor, el conquistador....