Testo Firenze

crooked houses lined along twisted streets the first sunrays break through the fog and let the streets look enchanted the river's surface is calm without a single ripple on the ponte vecchio only a single person can be seen "oh my dear where are you? i can't bear this waiting isn't this teh place where we wanted to meet?" chi vuol esser lieto,sia, che del domani non c'e certezza here they are masked masse celebrating since days they're dancing to the streets enjoying their foolish fiest they sweep the person into their middle and try to taint her with their joy they manage to drag her along at last she can break free the frolicing crowd moves away the person looks down into the river and a tear mingles with the water below chi vuol esser lieto,sia, che del domani non c'e certezza