Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

Tasted and swallowed each kind of wine
and he still wanders
between promises to the lie
he opens his mouth in song
and sails at sea to the world
with a smile to every person, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

Gives all that he can
his house is indeed open to all
and whoever comes leaves satisfied
despite officially receiving
medal of the French legion
he makes no big deal of it, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

You still get excited like a kid
trip or an improved car
from Vivaldi and from Flamenco
a rose in the flap of the clothes
a madman and poet in charity
sold to love, Tio Alberto.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

He wakes up in pure autumn, opposite
a Waltz into the blue morning
he dances with you and the spring returns
let's raise the cup of youth
to the life of the last of knights
king of drunkkard's imagination.

Tio Alberto, Tio Alberto...

'All the respect' to you Terach
you picked a maiden flower
a twenty year old girl and you manage
she banishes twenty women from your mind
and don't forget, you're already sixty
the youngest of all the young.