It's snowing on Lake Maggiore
The lyre-birds are in tears
And the poor Italian wine
Has been dressed in straw for nothing
The children shout with happiness
And they spread terror
With sliding and bombardments*
It's from their age and time
I have forgotten everything of happiness
It's snowing on Lake Maggiore
I've forgotten everything of happiness
It's snowing on Lake Maggiore
Here are the new gladiators
And they say that the circus dies
And the poor Italian blood
Flows greatly, and for nothing
It's snowing on Lake Maggiore
The lyre-birds are in tears
I hear something like a motor
It's the five o' clock boat
I have forgotten everything of happiness
It's snowing on Lake Maggiore
I've forgotten everything of happiness
It's snowing on Lake Maggiore