.Mia madre faceva la sarta
Cuciva vestiti su misura
Per vecchie signore
Ed io dalla porta spiavo
Vedevo la mano sicura
Fare ricami a fiori
Mio padre era un ubriacone
E tutti I nostri risparmi lui
Spendeva alle carte
E non perdeva occasione
Per ritornare ogni se.
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