Margherita: THE MARGHERITA
O little flower, you must tell me
if I can trust my damo;
for the pity of not making me die
this secret does not conceal me.
Tell me, in charity, do not betray me,
because you could do me too badly!
He doesn't love me ... he wants me ... oh God!
You are also cruel, my little flower!
The last leaf is the last word ...
Oh poor me, there is only one!
There is one, but the one that tells me
that he loves me so much ... and I am happy!