Carlo Buti — Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde" by Carlo Buti.
Lyrics
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Bella ragazza dalle trecce bionde
Per nome vi chiamate Veneranda
I giovani per voi fanno la ronda
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Se poi venir volete in Paradiso
Vi troverete, o bella, un girasole
Che sembra fatto per baciarvi il viso
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
E se mi date un quarto rubacuore
Io, bella, proprio a voi lo voglio dare
Quel fiore che tengo e che mi ha dato amore
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Poi vi dirò che rosa in primavera
Non è quanto voi siete tanto cara
E poi ci avete gusto e… buonasera!
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Babbo non vuole, mamma nemmeno
Come faremo a fare all’amor
Lyrics translation
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Beautiful girl with blonde braids
By name you are called Veneranda
Young people for you make the rounds
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
If you want to come to Heaven
You will find yourself, O Beautiful, a sunflower
That seems made to kiss your face
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
And if you give me a fourth heartthrob
I, bella, just want to give it to you
That flower that I hold and that gave me love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Then I will tell you that pink in the spring
It's not how dear you are.
And then you taste it and ... good evening!
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love
Dad doesn't want to, mom doesn't want to.
How will we make love