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