On Via del Campo there's a pretty girl
With big leaf-colored eyes
She stands on the threshold all night
Selling the same rose to everyone

On Via del Campo there's a little girl
With dew-colored lips
Her eyes are grey like the road
Flowers hide where she walks

On Via del Campo there's a prostitute
With big leaf-colored eyes
If you feel the desire to love her
Just take her by the hand

And it feels like you're going far away
She looks at you with a smile
You didn't believe that paradise
Was just there on the first floor

To Via del Campo goes a deluded man
To beg her to marry
To watch her climb the stairs
Until the balcony has closed

Love and laugh if love responds
Cry loudly if it doesn't hear you
From diamonds nothing is born
From manure flowers grow
From diamonds nothing is born
From manure flowers grow

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