the first class costs 1000 lire,
the second 100,
the third pain and fright,
and the smell
of sweat from the mouth, the smell of dead sea.
My daughter is 15 years old and she bought a hat from Paris.
If she invited us to her table for dinner tonight,
how nice it would be.
It's with the orchestra that accompanies
us with these new American rhythms,
we will greet
Great Britain with a glass in our hands.
And with ice in the glass we will make a
toast to this really world trip and to this
giant moon.
Who told you that in the third class,
in the third class you travel badly?
This little house looks like a two-seater bed,
you feel better in it than in the hospital.
The bosses have always called us,
but here we are gentlemen,
where you can stay inside,
but with the weather we come out.
On this black sea like oil,
to admire this mental moon,
and when the sirens sound,
it almost seems that the rooster is singing.
It almost seems that the ice we have in our hearts can slowly melt
in the middle of the smoke of this steam,
of this vacation at sea.
And it spins, spins, spins, spins America.
And it spins, spins, that it rains and snows.
For us third class guys,
that in order not to die, we go to America.
The Marconi on his tower,
the long fingers celestial in the air,
transmitted greetings and hopes for this extraordinary cruise.
And he received messages of greetings in
almost all the languages of the world.
He communicated between Vienna and Chicago in just under a second.
And the first class girl,
in love with her hat,
when she saw him dancing in the evening,
she found him very beautiful right away.
Maybe because of those ice eyes,
so difficult to avoid,
maybe with a little courage before I arrive I will let you touch me.
And how beautiful life is tonight,
between the love that pulls and a father who preaches.
For us first class guys,
that to try we go to America.
For us first class guys,
that to try we go to America.
For us first class guys,
that to try we go to America.