Mon Italie [English translation]

My Italy, it's the Neapolitan mum

My Italy, it's the Egyptian princess

My Italy, she lives on the shores of the River Seine

She is here between Valencia and Valenciennes.

My Italy, it's Platini of Saint-Etienne

It's Fellini, Mastroianni who says: 'I Love You'.

My Italy of olives that weep under the rain.

My Italy, it's the Carnival of Venice

And seen from here, she leans like the Tower of Pisa

My Italy towards Colombey-les-Deux-Églises

My Italy, it's my country, it's my paese.

My Italy, it's Moulin de la Galette

The spaghetti of an Italian of La Villette

My Italy, it's Callas and 'Capri, It's Over'1...

My Italy, she is a liar and a mandolin

She is craziness like Arlequin and Colombine

She is Paris, it's Milan Street, Mazzarine Street

And I'm forgetting it...

My Italy, she hosts2 American stars

Me, I tell you that her music is Sicilian

My Italy, she is a bit [of a] fortuneteller

And fantastical and tragedian and comedic.

My Italy, it's Platini of Saint-Etienne

It's Fellini, Mastroianni who says: 'I Love You'

My Italy of olives that weep under the rain.

My Italy, she is a liar and a mandolin

She is craziness like Arlequin and Colombine

She is Paris, it's Milan Street, Mazzarine Street

And I'm forgetting it...

My Italy, it's a song beside the fountains

It's the night of lovers of The Boheme

My Italy, her cosa nostra is mine

She is Buon di, she is Catholic and Roman.

My Italy, it's Platini of Saint-Etienne

It's Fellini, Mastroianni who says: 'I Love You'.

My Italy of olives that weep under the rain

My Italy of olives that weep under the rain.

1. First single by French singer Hervé Vilard, which became a French and international hit in the summer of 1965.2. Lit., 'plays'.