“Non ho più vent’anni, no son tanto bel, i me ciama Quinto e no porte ‘l capel.

E faccio il sarto con tanta pasion, ma haimè nell’amore fortunato no son.

Co riva la sera, mi vae a filò, ma anca la Nina la me dis sempre no.

E si che me sforze de far al grazios, ma haimè sul pì bel mi me salta la tos.”

 

 

E'It's a very simple and sweet serenade of a man, as the words say, that is no more twenty years old, but that go over shyly singing for the woman of his dreams. His tenacity will be repaid: at the end a light lit up on his darling's balcony and he can see her while she's hearing him.

 

“An ciaro se impiza, se verz an balcon, la é là che la ‘scolta la me pora canzon.

Me trema le gambe, me bat anca ‘l cor, ormai pì no serve un’orchestra, un tenor.”