Many people stop
And the moved voice
Without ceremony repeat
The song of the streets
In the street every evening
An accordion prelude
In the street every evening
Right in the middle of the sidewalk
The passers-by stop
And start up again in chorus
The refrain that everyone knows by heart
Many people stop
And the moved voice
Without ceremony repeat
The old song of the streets
Modest music
Poetry of a penny
But this melancholy air
Chains you everywhere
We talk about sadness
Of disappointed dreams and loves
And of the regret that leaves you
The years that are no more
Many people stop
And the moved voice
Without ceremony repeat
The sad song of the streets

INVIA LE CORREZIONI