Via del campo [English translation]

In Via del Campo there is a pretty girl

With large eyes the color of a leaf

she sits on the stoop the entire night

selling everyone the same rose

In Via del Campo there is a little girl

with her lips the color of morning dew

her eyes are grey like the cobblestones

flowers grow wherever she walks

In Via del Campo there is a whore

With large eyes the color of a leaf

if you want to love her

just take her by the hand

and you'll feel like soaring away

she looks at you with her smile

and you could not believe heaven

could be as close as the first floor

In Via del Campo there is a fool

to ask for her hand in marriage

he watches walk upstairs

until the shutters close

Love and laugh if love inspires you

cry a river if it won't hear you

nothing is born from diamonds

but flowers grow on manure

nothing is born from diamonds

but flowers grow on manure