88At school when I was little
I didn't have many friends
I would have liked to be called Dupont
Have your eyes a little clearer
I dreamed of being a blond child
I was a little angry with my father
It's true, I'm a foreigner
I've been told it enough
I have raven hair
I come from the depths of Italy
And I have the accent of my country
Italian to the skin
I am rital and I remain so
And in the verb and in the gesture
Your seasons have become mine
My music is Italian
I am Rita in my anger
In my sweetness and my prayers
I have the memory of my species
I am Rita and I remain so
Arrivederci Roma…
I love Verona lovers
Spaghetti, minestrone
And the girls of Napoli
Turin, Rome and its tifosi
And the Mona Lisa' Da Vinci
Which is, alas, in Paris
My eyes washed out by the rains
Of our autumns and boredom
And by your silent mists
I was in the traveling mood
But from shortcuts to detours
I always went back and forth
I am rital and I remain so
And in the verb and in the gesture
Your seasons have become mine
My music is Italian
I am Rita in my anger
In my sweetness and my prayers
I have the memory of my species
I am Rita and I remain so
Arrivederci Roma…
It's true I'm a foreigner
I've been told it enough
I have raven hair
My name is Barzotti
And I have the accent of my country
Italian to the skin
na na na…
The Rital Claude Barzotti
