Mama - Umberto Tozzi

MAMA Canta la paloma con pi?

sentimento

altrimenti che gitana sei che gitana sei

MAMA L’isola sul fiume mi sembra un seno biondo

la luna gronda cento riccioli cento riccioli

cento riccioli cento riccioli

Nel mio cuore c'?

un rammendo

o un ricamo chi o sa di un’estate tamarindo

spenta troppo tempo fa MAMA Se parli alla luna di lei di lei di lei

dille che un uomo perdona di pi?

quando non

ama e canta la paloma

e beve nell’argento

se dorme accanto a cento riccioli cento riccioli

cento riccioli cento riccioli

MAMA Canta la paloma

MAMA Su un cuore di balena

dormiva il vagabondo

la nave affonda nei tuoi riccioli

nei tuoi riccioli

MAMA Nel mio cuore c'?

un rammendo

o un ricamo chi lo sa di un’estate tamarindo

spenta troppo tempo fa MAMA Se parli alla luna di lei di lei

dille che un uomo perdona di pi?

quando non

ama e canta la paloma

e sul tuo seno biondo

la mano conta cento riccioli cento riccioli

MAMA E canta la paloma

e sul tuo seno biondo

la mano conta cento riccioli cento riccioli

MAMA Sing la paloma with pi?

feeling

otherwise what a gypsy you are what a gypsy you are

MAMA The island on the river looks like a blond breast to me

the moon is dripping with a hundred curls, a hundred curls

one hundred curls one hundred curls

In my heart c '?

a mending

or an embroidery who knows of a tamarind summer

turned off too long ago MAMA If you talk to the moon about her about her about her

tell her that a man forgives more?

when not

she loves and sings the paloma

and drinks in silver

if he sleeps next to a hundred curls, a hundred curls

one hundred curls one hundred curls

MAMA Sing the paloma

MAMA On a whale heart

the tramp slept

the ship sinks into your locks

in your curls

MAMA Is there in my heart?

a mending

or an embroidery who knows of a tamarind summer

turned off too long ago MAMA If you talk to the moon about her about her

tell her that a man forgives more?

when not

she loves and sings the paloma

and on your blond breasts

the hand counts a hundred curls a hundred curls

MAMA And sing the paloma

and on your blond breasts

the hand counts a hundred curls a hundred curls