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MY FONDI (Italian city) Once my Fondi was more beautiful Once at New Year’s Eve people used to sing People used to live without war People used to work for living The ground was dug with the hoe How many shirts impregnated with sweat! The landowner used to remain seated He counted up the days for paying Refrain: I remember, I remember Boys without bread I remember the women Crying for Jesus During summer people suffered for the heat Doors and windows stayed open Thieves were well known And used to live few steps far If the plague comes to the town San Rocco with the church would deal with it Procession is useful for many things The priest always knows what to do Refrain Once you could eat with one lira Now one thousand is not enough Poor people without homeland
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MY FONDI (Italian city)
Once my Fondi was more beautifulOnce at New Year’s Eve people used to singPeople used to live without warPeople used to work for living
The ground was dug with the hoeHow many shirts impregnated with sweat!The landowner used to remain seatedHe counted up the days for paying
Refrain:I remember, I rememberBoys without breadI remember the womenCrying for Jesus
During summer people suffered for the heatDoors and windows stayed openThieves were well knownAnd used to live few steps far
If the plague comes to the townSan Rocco with the church would deal with itProcession is useful for many thingsThe priest always knows what to do
Refrain
Once you could eat with one liraNow one thousand is not enoughPoor people without homelandKill each other to survive
One story and many stories like this oneMany people would love itIt is always the poor who takes a lossBut no one knows for how long!
