His other son is just like other boys
He knows the night and the shadows of sunny days
His whistle ¤Ã¤ when through the maze of alleys
The road of a tourist and a girl in the evenings
He is not yet eleven years old
But he learned the fun of singing in his alley
There he whistled and sang his story tells you
And he knows every corner of the alley exactly
My mother never forbids marriage, even if danger lurks there
I don't think my father will give his advice
But the hilarity of the song I learned in my alley, even if it's not even eleven

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