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Painter: ©Anne-Christine Roda Isabelle Boulay ~ La mamma Lyrics: They came, They all here, As soon as they heard the scream She's gonna die, the Mother They came They came here, Even from the south of Italy There is even Giorgio, the cursed son With arms full of presents Kids all play in silence Around the bed or on the floor Even their games dont have any importance It's a little bit their lasts presents to the mother, to the Mother We warm her with kisses We put her pillows up she's gonna die, the Mother Virgin Mary, full of grace who as her statue on the bedroom Of course you open you arms to her Singing the Ave Maria Ave Maria ... There is so much love, memories Around you, you the Mother There is so much tears, and smiles Trought you, you the Mother And all men were so hot on paths full of sun She's gonna die, the Mother They can go drink fresh the all new wine The good w
