They came
They are all there
Soon as they heard the cry
She will die , la mama
They came
They are all there
Even those of southern Italy
There’s even Giorgio , the cursed son
With presents hands full
All children play quietly
Around the bed on the floor
But their games do not matter
It’s a bit past their gifts
A la mamma
It warms kisses
He was back pillows
She will die , la mama
Holy Mary , full of grace
Whose statue is on the place
Of course you stretch yours arms
Her singing Ave Maria
Ave Maria
There’s so much love, and memories
Around you, you la mama
There’s so many tears and smiles
Through you, you mama
And all the men were so hot
On the paths of bright sunshine
She will die , la mama
They drink fresh new wine
Good wine from good trellis
While piled pell-mell
On the benches , scarves and hats
It’s funny you do not feel sad
Near the big bed affection
There’s even a guitarist uncle
Who plays carefully
A la mamma
And women remembering
Sad songs vigils
She will die , mama
Softly , eyes closed
As a child we rocks
After a good day
For him falling asleep smiling
Ave Maria
There’s so much love , and memories
Around you, you la mama
There’s so many tears and smiles
Through you, you mama
That never , never, never
You’ll leave us …
