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Up there, on the Vicenta side, the land was not rich
And neither did my father
At home, a somewhat sad uncle
A little idealistic
He told us about his war
We never believed it
Thursday was vacation at cousin Angela's house
There were jams but especially the piano
An heirloom piece of furniture
From the Middle Ages
As false as the bells
But he was so beautiful!
I liked the guitar sound
Of this rare instrument
When I hit the notes
He said things to me that I found pretty
So one day Angela drove me to Marika's house
A great artist from distant years
Famous in Krakow
His hands were light
held me by the shoulder
Made me do scales
Sing Napolitano
I worked well
For my mother's birthday
I performed in front of the whole family
And also for Lea, the neighbor's daughter
My neighbor downstairs
Ah! Congratulate!
Well done for your beautiful music
Well done, Felicita!
This dream word
On the lips
By Lea
And then I wrote lyrics
Lea, to all these "I love you", I put on some music
This was the first of my songs
Of course, I made others
Sung at the fair
Festive Sundays
Lea was collecting
In the summer
When my father died
I held the harmonium
I sang the prayers
I felt in my solitude becoming a man
To earn the bohemian life, I toured the villages
In every corner of the province
Lea... marries in Verona
In Verona.
It's a beautiful profession, music
Who scared my father
We talk about it at the cemetery
We both laugh about it
I keep my good days
A wonderful memory
And, on miserable evenings
I hear the room cheering for me
I close my eyes... my eyes
Ah! Congratulate!
Well done for your beautiful music
Well done, Felicita!
This dream word
On the lips
By Lea
Ah! Congratulate!
Well done for your beautiful music
Well done, Felicita!
This dream word
On the lips
By Lea
Ah! Congratulate!
Well done for your beautiful music
Well done, Felicita!
This dream word
On the lips
By Lea
Ah! Congratulate!
Well done for your beautiful music
Well done, Felicita!
This dream word
On the lips
By Lea
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