Oh, girl, come and make a jump in the beautiful country.
You'll see a disproportionate number of banks, nuns and many churches.
You will find friendly people on the outside, tinkering with instruments of torture
easily affordable.
'll see that the care of the field is different from that of the head.
With markets battered by the province from a business stand never born.
Oh, come and make a jump, child.
Why is it everywhere, in Lecce, Rome and Milan. Even
Florence.
Everywhere, in the beautiful country.
So you like my country? We
the sea, town centers and especially churches. And if you look
see them bribes from the beach at dawn and dusk optimism.
And people eat, buy, and laughs, because so much then do not pay the bill.
'll see that the spirit of a bar is high,
as the alcohol the night, duly noted.
Oh, come and do a little jump
Why is it everywhere, Francavilla, and Oria Torre. Even
Manduria.
everywhere in my country.
I wonder, now you know my country? Watch
my house, hung the bills and other expenses.
I have a big TV and two female cats,
guardians of hidden tears of so many dreams to an end. Among
old books and yellowed black bag of garbage,
the arduous search for a status and a noble life.
Oh, come in a visit here by me, girl .
Why is it everywhere, from me to him and her.
Even from that one.
everywhere the same.
you like, then, my country?
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