The blessed grace of waking up, of breathing in the sheets

And hello to you at the window, hello to you

Down the hill I'd like to take you where I shot a little deer

My little dear, I'd like to take you down there

Rinsing out an iron cup to have a glass of wine

To have an iron cup of wine, dear, to drink it down there



A drunken pair, goodbye despair

One night is 'till one morning

And one sad night you held me by

And held me until it was morning



And once the temperature did fall, goodnight to Father, Mother

My bambina was all in for a while

All is grace tonight to you and tomorrow we will be

And tomorrow we shall see, and tomorrow, too

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