Mamma Tutto
Iva Zanicchi
Mom Everything
Who dried my tears? Mom was good...
Who cooked in the kitchen? Mom cook hummed...
Me in the little bed at night, Mom sleeping nearby...
My hand in hers, Mom my friend...!
Two plus one make three, Mom school next to me...
Stomach ache, or a sneeze: Mom had the medicine...
When there was a birthday: Mom party every year
and Mom gift, then, never missed!
Then the big disappointment of the first little crush
And came Mom sister
She held me close to her heart, I forgot the pain
with Mom consolation...
I didn't know yet that that mom was for me
Everything there is in the world
and in a moment I learned: Mom Everything is her!
