There is a moon this evening
That you can touch with your hands
Slowly, slowly it approaches
And it unrolls from the sky
It is a ball of wool
It is a ball of moon that walks

Big moon in the evening
And above the roofs of Turin
All the cats on the street until morning
Because we have to celebrate
This night a bit special
There is the moon, White Moon that walks

White Moon under the sky
And on the antennas of Milan
You had never seen it so close
For those born this night
Surely it will bring luck
It will be a child, it will be the child of the moon

White moon so big
That you can touch it with your hands
Slowly, slowly it moves away
And it rolls up in the sky
It is a ball of wool
It is a ball of moon that walks

And it rolls up in the sky
It is a ball of wool
It is a ball of dancing moon

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