Sul Cucuzzolo
Edoardo Vianello
From the Mountain Peak
From the peak of the mountain
With the snow piled up so high
Into the valley we will glide
With a pair of skis on our feet!
From the peak of the mountain
Under a sky painted blue
And with a balaclava on our heads
We’ll keep sliding down, it’s true!
Gliding on our skis,
Gliding on our skis,
Gliding on our skis
With a long, long, long chairlift
We’ll return to the top, all white and bright!
From the peak of the mountain
With the snow piled up so high
Into the valley we will glide
With a pair of skis on our feet!
From the peak of the mountain
With the snow piled up so high
Into the valley we will glide
With a pair of skis on our feet!
From the peak of the mountain
Under a sky painted blue
And with a balaclava on our heads
We’ll keep sliding down, it’s true!
Gliding on our skis,
Gliding on our skis,
Gliding on our skis
With a long, long, long chairlift
We’ll return to the top, all white and bright!
From the peak of the mountain
With the snow piled up so high
Into the valley we will glide
With a pair of skis on our feet!
From the peak of the mountain
With the snow piled up so high
Into the valley we will glide
With a pair of
With a pair of
With a pair of
Skis! skis! skis!
