1950 [English translation]

How good you smell, what a skirt, how beautiful you are,

what legs, what steps on Rome’s asphalt.

Serenella, in this wind of sea and pines,

in our year between the war and 2000.

From the conservatory to the university,

the bicycle is broken, and you are waiting for me, with your hair down,

I will caress them while we are sitting at our café, Serenella...

Refrain:

The radio will play on air the song I’ve devised for you

and maybe it will cross the ocean, far away from us.

The Americans will listen to it, those Americans who left only yesterday,

and with their floral shirts, they color our streets

and our spring days, which smell like your hair, and your eyes, so beautiful,

looking to the future and closed on me

in the year 1950, in 1950.

My love, how good we feel in the sun,

my love, from this year on you’ll be with me.

This year is round like a ball, and what a straight shot,

and what a nice effect on my heart,

Serenella, with money, ties, dresses, flowers

and a motorcycle Vespa to run together to the sea.

The sea of this city, to the waves and the splashes

flowing out of our fountains,

and if it’s windy you’ll get wet

waiting for me sitting at our café, Serenella…

Refrain: The radio etc...

And I love you, I love you strongly in the sun, this sun which looks so close,

Serenella, I want a baby, in our spring days,

we will tdevise him like a song, Serenella, I’ll take you to the sun, Serenella, I’ll take you to the sea, I’ll take you away.