At a bar in Bologna,

I ordered for an Espresso,

Everything was so Italia,

I took more, and more.

There is a bar in Milano

Which never runs short of  Espresso,

I call it a friend, – Un amico,

Where does the English go?

Everytime i say, Buon giorno,

Espresso makes me Italiano,

In some way that i don’t know,

I speak it like a piano.

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