La Pastorella

Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino,

Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior

Chi viene al primo albore avra vezzoso rose

E pmo rugiadose, venite al mio giardin.

Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino

Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior.

Ah.



Chi nel notturno orrore smarri la buona via

Alla capanna mia ritrovera il cammin

Venita, o passagiero

La pastorella e qua

Ma il fior del suo pensiero

Ad uno sol dara! ah.



I am the beautiful shepherdess,

Who descends every morning,

And offers a basket full of

Fresh fruit and flowers.

Who comes on the first harvest

Will have nice roses

And very good pommels

Come to my garden.

I am the beautiful shepherdess,

Who descends every morning,

And offers a basket full of

Fresh fruit and flowers.

Ah.



Which during the frightened night

The right way is lost,

In my shelter

You will find the fireplace

Come, oh passer-by

The shepherdess is here,

But her inner thoughts

Will only be given to one!

Come, oh passer-by,

The sheperdess is here,

But her inner thoughts

Will only be given to one!

Ah.




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