Avevo un'amica
Che sotto gli archi si perse
Una sera di martedì.
Oh come scivolava lento,
Come scivolava lento
Il suo sangue
Sulla strada in tumulto
Avevo un'amica
What was lost under the arches
One evening of Tuesday,
But I sing the song
.
Singing her face, Grace
And his appetite for life. From an open window
strikes a wonderfully romantic melody
Accompanied by Severe
serene and solemn agreements. I had a friend
What was lost under the arches
An evening of Tuesday
But I sing the song
Why can not the memory die. And be punished
Blind dispensers of evil, hateful
beings who have broken the neck
taste his death as a delicacy.
I had a friend.
was my friend.
