They are here, they are all here As soon as they hear this cry She is going to die there, Mama They are here, they are all here Even those from the south of Italy There is even Giorgio the cursed son With strawberries in his arms All the children play in silence Around the bed, on the carpet But their young have no importance It's a bit their last gift to the Mama They are here, they are all here As soon as they hear this cry They are here, they are all here Even those from the south of Italy There is even Giorgio the cursed son With strawberries in his arms Saint Mary full of grace Whose statue is on the square Of course you give her your arms By singing Ave Maria to her Ave Maria There is so much love, so many memories Around you, you, the Mama There is so much tears and smiles Through you, you, the Mama And all the men are so hot On the paths of the great sun She is going to die there, Mama They drink the fresh wine of Nouveau The good wine of the Bonnetrelle While her cup of Pelmel On the good scarves and hats It's funny, don't you feel sad Near the great bed of affection There is even an uncle guitarist Who plays while paying attention to the Mama Ave Maria And the women remembering Sad songs to wake up She is going to die there, Mama Softly, with their eyes closed They sing how to give birth to a child After a good day So that they smile while sleeping Ave Maria There is so much love, so many memories Around you, you, the Mama There is so much tears and smiles Through you, you, the Mama Never, never, never You will leave us Ave Maria