Trimotor seaplane
flight over the Strait of Malta.
It's not really like that
and you don't joke with the English
under the engines.
The Italian struck by us
it won't be.
But of course he is a deserter
in the midst of this lead of August
and the Stars,
who seems to be the master
because he is a man in love.
And he flies high.
the seaplane,
flies for her.
Too high, the seaplane,
fly for you.
From Malta to here.
Good Luck to you
Good Luck to you.
Oh! No. You will not expect
a trimotor in the sky.
Like a kite,
tied to a thread of smoke
and jealousy,
for you, for You,
for You!
Who never wrote to me.
And take the train
on Sunday morning.
who knows who you will be with!!!!
And take the train to the sea
on Sunday morning..
Flying trimotor,
flight with chipped glasses
over the sea,
which is then also a track.
A road to glide to you.
Long, from the war to Italy
for my jealousy,
which is an illness.
Ostia is nearby,
there are young ladies in the bathroom
with inner tubes.
And she
is more beautiful than ever.
It's for Her who have
left the war,
a deserter
who flies above You.
A deserter who flies.
Who flies above You,
from Malta to here.
Good Luck to you
Good Luck to you.
And take the train
on Sunday morning.
who knows who you will be with!!! !!
You won't expect an Italian three-engine plane
gliding near you.
To you,
who never wrote to me!
And take the train to the sea
on Sunday morning.
I have never forgotten you.
I take the seaplane
on Sunday morning.
I don't. I haven't.
I've never forgotten you.
And you take the train to the sea
on Sunday morning.
No, Miss.
I haven't forgotten you never.
And take the train
on Sunday morning.

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