L'italiano
Toto Cutugno
The Italian
The Italian
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
With the car radio always in the right hand
And a canary on the window
Good morning Italy with its artists
With too much America on posters
With songs with love
With the heart
With more women and fewer nuns
Good morning Italy
Good morning, Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning, God
You know that I am also here
Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song, slowly, slowly and slowly
Let me sing
Because I am proud of it
I am the Italian
The true Italian
Good morning Italy that is not afraid
And with mint shaving cream
With a striped dress in blue
And the moviola on Sundays on TV
Good morning Italy with 'restricted' coffee
New socks in the first drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaner's
And a Fiat 600 downstairs
Good morning Italy
Good morning, Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
Good morning, God
You know that I am also here
Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song, slowly, slowly and slowly
Let me sing
Because I am proud of it
I am the Italian
The true Italian
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Let me sing
With the guitar in hand
Let me sing
A song, slowly, slowly and slowly
Let me sing
Because I am proud of it
I am Italian
A true Italian
