Lyrics:

Crooked houses lined along twisted streets
The first sunrays break through the fog
And let the streets look enchanted
The river's surface is calm without a single ripple
On the ponte vecchio only a single person can be seen
'oh my dear where are you?
I can't bear this waiting
Isn't this teh place where we wanted to meet?'
Chi vuol esser lieto,sia
Che del domani non c'e certezza
Here they are masked masse celebrating
Since days they're dancing to the streets
Enjoying their foolish fiest
They sweep the person into their middle
And try to taint her with their joy
They manage to drag her along
At last she can break free
The frolicing crowd moves away
The person looks down into the river
And a tear mingles with the water below
Chi vuol esser lieto,sia
Che del domani non c'e certezza