A white cat with blue eyes
An old vase on the TV
In the air the smoke of candles
Two red cheeks, red as apples

It has a filter against jealousy
And a recipe for happiness
Reads the destiny, but in the stars
And then it only tells you beautiful things

Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma

In my future what is there
It would be nice if I were a king
So the American blonde
Either falls in love or I turn her into a frog

I'm dying from curiosity
But tell me a little truth
I want to know if this love
Will be sincere, will be with all the heart

Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma

I don't have a lira but I would like
To buy the sky to give it to her
You have to give us a little luck
And together with the sky we also buy the moon

Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma
Ma-ma-ma, mamma Maria, ma

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