The star Aldebaran laughs
Laughs and says: "to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?" laughs the star, laughs and says:
"trallalà, to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?"

And the little orchestra plays and plays
A little tune to dance to
They have mischievous faces
But they are tired of playing, playing

The odalisque is undressing
She's been doing it for an hour now
Her languor is exasperating
Help, the little orchestra of my heart!

The star Aldebaran laughs
Laughs and says: "to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?" laughs the star, laughs and says:
"trallalà, to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?"

Ah, the odalisque is now naked
And she moves her hips here and there
Outside the palms and the wind sweats
Air of rain and unhappiness

A guy from Milan arrives
All night owl languor
He puts the tip on the piano
And asks that it be played again, again

Yes, play again, little orchestra
Then you'll see that he'll leave
Play "Bella Madunina"
Come on, little orchestra of my heart!

The star Aldebaran laughs
Laughs and says: "to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?" laughs the star, laughs and says:
"trallalà, to be, to be, to be
Or not to be?"

But before it even ends
Another thought has to think
There is to take the odalisque
To take a short walk by the sea

He wants to see it while it dawns
Her languor is exasperating
In the dark that I have a fart
Ah ah, good little orchestra of my heart!

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