'A minestrina [English translation]

I must tell you,

woman, woman, I must tell you

woman, woman, you make me die

of love, and you are like the moon

inside my night.

And while the soup cooks,

the radio plays a sweet song,

a song that I like to

whisper in your arms.

I have to tell you,

woman, woman, I must tell you

woman, woman, you make me die

of love, and you are like the moon

inside my night.

And the sweet little song rushes in

the mandolin plays and shines

an expert voice sings

whispered in your arms.

I have to tell you,

pages, pages (of things) I have to tell you.

My soup is over cooked,

and we are hungry

of something else, we ...