La Pastorella (The Little Shepherdess)

Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino
Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior
Chi viene al primo albore avra vezzoso rose
E pmo rugiadose, venite al mio giardin
Son bella pastorella, che scende ogni mattino
Ed offre un cestellino di fresche fruta a fior
Ah.

Chi nel notturno orrore smarri la buona via
Alla capanna mia ritrovera il cammin
Venita, o passagiero
La pastorella e qua
Ma il fior del suo pensiero
Ad uno sol dara! Ah.

I am the beautiful shepherdess
Who descends every morning
And offers a basket full of
Fresh fruit and flowers
Who comes on the first harvest
Will have nice roses
And very good pommels
Come to my garden
I am the beautiful shepherdess
Who descends every morning
And offers a basket full of
Fresh fruit and flowers
Ah.

Which during the frightened night
The right way is lost
In my shelter
You will find the fireplace
Come, oh passer-by
The shepherdess is here
But her inner thoughts
Will only be given to one!
Come, oh passer-by
The sheperdess is here
But her inner thoughts
Will only be given to one!
Ah.