L'Italiano

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
I am the Italian

Good morning Italy, spaghetti al dente
And a partisan as president
Always with the car radio in your right hand
And 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, fewer and fewer nuns

good morning Italy
good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know that I am here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slowly song

Let me sing
Because I'm proud of
I am the Italian
A real Italian

Good morning Italy that is not afraid
And with mint shaving cream
With a blue pinstripe suit
And slow motion on Sundays on TV

Good morning Italy with a small coffee
The new socks in the first drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaners
And a 600 with a bare body

good morning Italy
good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning God
You know that I am here too

Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slowly song

Let me sing
Because I'm proud of
I am the Italian
A real Italian

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Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A slowly song

Let me sing
Because I'm proud of
I am Italian
A real Italian