Arrivaru i sunaturi e cchi su' beddi, ccu chitarri friscaletti e tammureddi, Ognunu d'iddi cci havi la so storia, e genti bona, e genti vera laria.
: September 17th, for a girl I know it's mothers day, Her son has gone alee, and that's where he will stay, Wind on the weathervane, tearing blue eyes
September 17th, for a girl I know it's mothers day, Her son has gone alee, and that's where he will stay, Wind on the weathervane, tearing blue eyes
