In the old streets
of the busiest neighborhood,
towards noon or at sunset,
it happens often that we are listening to
an accordion and a violin out of tune.
They accompany an occasional singer
who sings a song for almost nothing.
It’s a simple song for two pennies
that he sings through the streets of the suburbs
and awakens memories deep in the soul
of a sweet and carefree youth.
It’s just a cheap song for the heart,
a few notes with the usual words,
but some people always listen and are moved
thinking about the time that never comes back.
You see opening little by little
a few windows from afar
some people come to listen
and sigh.
It’s a simple song for two pennies
through the streets of the suburbs
for those who hope, who love, who dream,
it’s the eternal sweet love story.
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Six hundred orchestras will play
its tune the day after,
dressed in worldly pleasure,
wherever it goes.
But the simple song for two pennies
will end up going back to where it was born,
in the street, in a mouth in love
who dreams of happiness when singing.
It’s a song for two pennies,
two pennies of happiness.