na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
nana, na, na.
nana, na, na.
Nanana.
na.
La, la, la, la, la, la,
la, la, la...
The music of Vivaldi, Vivaldi, Vivaldi
The music of Vivaldi,
in the south,
outside the window
Let's be sad,
let's be sad
Let's be sad, that's what we're talking about
You hear how sad, how sad, how sad
You hear how sad and hopelessly how
Seniors and their wives and servants cried
Dogs on the beds and children on their arms
It became
so clear to us, so clear, so clear
That on the doorstep,
as in our hearts
That life was in vain,
that life was beautiful
That we will all be happy someday,
God will give
And only you were silent,
silent,
silent And your head was shaking,
sad people, in a hurry
And then you said,
let's start all over,
let's start all over, my beloved,
and so
La la la la...
La la la la...
Under the music of Vivaldi,
under the glorious clavestring Under the creaks and rifts,
under the forgetfulness in people Let's glorify each other,
love each other to be able to Love each other to be able to