Translation of the song lyrics Le vecchie - Drupi

Le vecchie (original)

Stanno sedute sopra le panchine
Le vecchie lavandaie del borgo
E, all’ombra di una pianta sempre verde
Guardano passare la gente
Batte lontano la campana del duomo
Il traffico è quel mostro strano
La vecchia con il suo rosario in mano
Sorride e poi torna a pregare piano
Tra le case e i motorini
Nei i negozi sempre pieni
I ricordi della vecchia sono
Farfalle bianche in volo
Tra le rive del Ticino
Sulle foglie del giardino
I ricordi della vecchia sono
Farfalle bianche in volo
Passa un bambino
Con il suo cane al guinzaglio
E il tram è quel gigante giallo
Mentre di corsa il mondo intorno si muove
A loro piace tanto il sole
Dentro le mani hanno poco da fare
Le vecchie stanno lì a guardare
Sedute al sole, sopra le panchine
Le vecchie tornano bambine
Tra le case e i motorini
Nei i negozi sempre pieni
I ricordi della vecchia sono
Farfalle bianche in volo
Tra le rive del Ticino
Sulle foglie del giardino
I ricordi della vecchia sono
Farfalle bianche in volo
Farfalle bianche in volo

(translation)

They are sitting on the benches
The old washerwomen of the village
And, in the shade of an evergreen plant
They watch the people go by
The bell of the cathedral beats far away
Traffic is that weird monster
The old woman with her rosary in her hand
She smiles and then goes back to praying softly
Between the houses and the mopeds
In the shops that are always full
The memories of the old woman are
White butterflies in flight
Between the banks of the Ticino
On the leaves of the garden
The memories of the old woman are
White butterflies in flight
A child passes
With his dog on a leash
And the tram is that yellow giant
While the world is moving around in a rush
They like the sun so much
Inside their hands they have little to do
The old women stand there watching
Sitting in the sun, on the benches
The old women become little girls again
Between the houses and the mopeds
In the shops that are always full
The memories of the old woman are
White butterflies in flight
Between the banks of the Ticino
On the leaves of the garden
The memories of the old woman are
White butterflies in flight
White butterflies in flight