La Mamma

They came
They are all here
As soon as they heard this cry
She's going to die, the mother
They came
They are all here
Even those from the south of Italy
Even Georgio, the cursed son
With gifts in their arms
All the children play in silence
Around the bed or on the floor
But their games don't matter
It's a bit their last gifts
To the mother

She is warmed with kisses
Her pillows are adjusted
She's going to die, the mother
Holy Mary full of grace
Whose statue is in the square
Of course, you reach out to her
Singing Ave Maria
Ave Maria
There is so much love, memories
Around you, you the mother
There are so many tears and smiles
Through you, you the mother

And all the men have been so hot
On the roads under the blazing sun
She's going to die, the mother
Let them drink the new wine cool
The good wine from the good vine
While scarves and hats are mixed up
On the benches
It's funny we don't feel sad
Near the big bed and affection
There's even a guitar-playing uncle
Who plays carefully
To the mother

And the women remembering
The sad songs of the evenings
She's going to die, the mother
Softly, with closed eyes
Sing as one rocks a child
After a good day
So that he smiles falling asleep
Ave Maria
There is so much love, memories
Around you, you the mother
There are so many tears and smiles
Through you, you the mother
That never, never, never
Will you leave us