Good morning, Italy, with your spaghetti al dente
And a partisan as president
With the car radio always in my right hand
And a canary above the window
Good morning Italy with your artists
With too much America on posters
With songs, with love, with heart
With more women, always fewer nuns
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
You know that I'm here too
Good morning Italy that doesn't get scared
And with mint shaving cream
With a blue pinstripe suit
And the slow-motion replay on Sunday on TV
Good morning Italy with your strong coffee
The new socks in the top drawer
With the flag at the dry cleaners
And a Fiat 600 with beat-up bodywork
Good morning Italy, good morning Maria
With eyes full of melancholy
You know that I'm here too