La Pastorella

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.