Arisa Tuntiam

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.

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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.