Artur Andrus - Zabierzcie mi gitarę

Lasciatemi cantare
Con la chitarra in mano
Lasciatemi cantare
Sono l'Italiano

It must be autumn already, because the birds are on their way
Another season of sighs and disappointments
I paint your name on the wall
Of the Basilica in Milan, my Dear

And I miss you with every Milanese dawn
Especially our fields of golden rye
I remember you that summer
When you told me, Beata, about Italian painting

Maybe we weren't very prudent
It was hot outside – eleven degrees
And we, in the heat
Oh, Archangel Michael…

Take my guitar away
Let me dry off a bit
Take my guitar away
I'm a wet Italian right now

Take my guitar away
Don't make a laughingstock of me
I'm a real Italian
But from Skarżysko

The same sun in the same sky
The same people living next to each other
Dreaming and laughing the same way
And looking at calendars with hope

In Italia, we had a scorching August
You don't even know how much I'm suffering here
But let's not talk about deviation
Let's go back to the vacation in Mazury

Do you remember how you were herding the geese in the park
And how they scattered around Lidzbark
And how in the morning
They returned on their own, the rascals?

Take my guitar away
Let me dry off a bit
Take my guitar away
I'm a wet Italian again

Take my guitar away
Don't make a laughingstock of me
I'm a real Italian
But from Skarżysko

Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra…
E tutti cantiamo!
Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra…

Take my guitar away
Or give me a slap
Take my guitar away
End of the music video!