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Our nostalgic lyrics go like this: O mio babbino caro Mi piace, è bello, bello Vo’ andare in Porta Rossa A comperar l’anello! Etc. O.K. Here is the full translation you likely never heard: Oh my dear papa I like him, he is so handsome. I want to go to Porta Rossa To buy the ring! Yes, yes, I want to go there! And if my love were in vain, I would go to the Ponte Vecchio And throw myself in the Arno!
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