Lazzarella, where? are you going that way?
You can as soon as someone observes you
play the vamps on the old port,
chip the red? lips
of your mother when you go out,
bulge if we stop
your little wool sweater:
you are not yet ready
to match Sophia Loren.
?, Lazzarella of my heart,
you would like to do cinema.
You had better help your sisters
and make soup? your mama.
We are right to call bad seeds like you that way,
but be careful one fine day
if your poor father sees you .
?, Lazzarella, it will make sparks:
Pan! For your red too naughty.
Bang! For your disheveled sweater.
"That will teach you how to live well!"
And then to make the count.
Another one, while he's at it ,
for your friend who sometimes comes
wait for you at the bottom of the stairs.
But for the bad seed
you have to believe that there is a God.
A great director
was seduced by your beautiful eyes.
And on magazines
your cheeky little look?
Since that day neighbor
with many celebrities.
?, Lazzarella, you are even prettier.
In your little skirt? flowers
when you appear it's just a cry.
All your friends on Saturdays
are proud to see you on the screen
especially since they have learned
how much you love your parents.
?, Lazzarella, you make life beautiful for them.
For your father a fishing boat,
for your mother? re a pretty carriage,
and for your four sisters four spouses of choice.
And then to make it count,
for your friend from the stairs
br/>your little heart as it should be
since we are going to marry you.
Which proves that in life,
despite? the guys who go around,
the Lazzarellas of Italy
remain faithful? their loves.
Lazzarella, Lazzarella mia.