LYRICS

The angle between the square “Hope” and
street leading into the night,
a woman in pain gray
selling bouquets of flowers.

Slow down for a moment, oh, fast people,
stopping off in front of the lone woman
and see themselves in her face,
buy a bouquet of light.

God, do not let
our mothers beg !
mothers are saints for us
and shine forever in life!

She bread did not want to beg, but
simple human love
and pigeons in Piazza “Hope”
were overheard mother cry “