Amapola
Gigliola Cinquetti
Poppy
In the iron bars of your window
I heard the sad complaint of love
I heard my heart speak of love
singing this sweet song to you:
Poppy, lovely Poppy
my soul will always be yours alone.
I love you, my beloved girl
just like the flower loves the daylight.
Poppy, lovely Poppy
don't be so ungrateful and love me,
Poppy, Poppy
how can you live so alone?
Poppy, lovely Poppy
don't be so ungrateful and love me,
Poppy, Poppy
how can you live so alone?
