Oh my dear father
I like it, it's beautiful, beautiful
I want to go to Porta Rossa
To compare the ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if I loved him in vain
I would go to the Ponte Vecchio
But to throw myself into the Arno
I pine and torment myself
O God, I would like to die
Daddy, have mercy, pity
Dad, pity, pity