Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde (1938) - Carlo Buti
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Lyrics " Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde (1938) "
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Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde (1938)
Carlo Buti
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Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde
Per nome vi chiamate Veneranda
I giovani per voi fanno la ronda
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Se poi venir volete in Paradiso
Vi troverete, o bella, un girasole
Che sembra fatto per baciarvi il viso
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
E se mi date un quarto rubacuore
Io, bella, proprio a voi lo voglio dare
Quel fiore che tengo e che mi ha dato amore
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Poi vi dirò che rosa in primavera
Non è quanto voi siete tanto cara
E poi ci avete gusto e… buonasera!
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
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Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Beautiful girl with blonde braids
Your name is Veneranda
Young people make the rounds for you
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
If you then want to come to Heaven
You will find, oh beautiful, a sunflower
Which seems made to kiss your face
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
And if you give me a fourth heartbreaker
I, beautiful, I want to give it to you
That flower that I hold and that has given me love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Then I'll tell you what pink in spring
It is not how dear you are
And then you have a taste and ... good evening!
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
Santa doesn't want to, mom doesn't either
How are we going to make love
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