Volta la carta [English translation]

There's a woman sowing the wheat,

turn over the card: the farmer appears;

the farmer hoeing the ground,

turn over the card: the war comes;

no soldiers are left for the war:

barefoot, they all ran away.

Angiolina is walking and walking

in her little blue shoes;

she fell in love with a carabinier,

turn over the card and he's gone.

She fell in love with a carabinier,

turn over the card and he's gone.

There's a little boy climbing a gate,

he's stealing cherries and bird feathers,

he's throwing stones, carefree,

turn over the card: it's the jack of hearts.

The jack of hearts is a flash in the pan,

turn over the card: the rooster wakes you up.

Angiolina braids her hair

with nettle leaves at six in the morning.

She has a peach stones necklace,

she twists it three times around her fingers.

She has a peach stone necklace,

she counts it three times between her fingers.

My mother has a mill and an unfaithful son,

she's sweetening his nose in apple pie;

my mother and the mill were born with a laugh,

turn over the card: it's a blonde pilot,

blonde pilot, silk shirts,

fox hat, smile of an athlete.

Angiolina is sitting in the kitchen

crying, eating blackberry salad.

The foreign boy has an orchestral record

that spins fast, that speaks of love.

The foreign boy has an orchestral record

that spins, that spins, that speaks of love.

Lady Dorè has lost six daughters

among the harbour cafès and their wonders;

Lady Doressa smells of cats,

turn over the card and she's paying the ransom;

she's paying the ransom with the bags under her eyes

full of photos and broken dreams.

Angiolina cuts out newspapers,

she is wearing the wedding dress, she is crowing,

she calls the memories by their name,

turn over the card and it ends in glory.

She calls the memories by their name,

turn over the card and it ends in glory.