Una chitarra e un'armonica [English translation]

He, a vagabond like me,

without a destination like me,

he played a guitar and a harmonica.

I, I sang and he with me,

I sang and he played varavan blem blem.

We were just the two of us

in the beginning and then

ten, twenty, a hundred, a thousand and every one behind us

and through towns and cities,

all together we sang varavan blem blem.

Va varavan varavan blem blem.

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

There are, there are those who are born and remain there

and those who travel the world and follow

and follow a guitar and a harmonica.

I, in the night huddled to him,

with the stars above us vara varavan blem blem.

Va varavan varavan blem blem.

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

Then dawn came and I woke up,

I recognized my house,

it all had been a dream, what sadness,

and my whole world collapsed

and the first teardrop appeared in my eyes.

But, below my house, I saw

a boy on the street

who was playing a guitar and a harmonica.

No, I wasn’t dreaming, he was there

who, while looking at me, was playing vara varavan blem blem.

Va varavan varavan blem blem.

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

Va varavan varavan blem blem.

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem

varavan varavan blem blem