Foreign land... So much melancholy!
When we said goodbye, I don't know why
you threw me a kiss and ran away,
and yet now, I confess to you,
I don't think so to you...
I no longer remember those beautiful eyes
full of warm and infinite light...
I forgot your hair
and the little mouth that was there my life.
But night and day I dream of my little house,
my old lady who always waits...
The love of the country and of my mother
is a great flame that burns the heart!
This sadness, this nostalgia
are the memory of my Italy!
But I dream night and day of my little house,
my old lady who always wait...
The love of the country and of the mother
is a great flame that burns the heart!
Mom... I will die of nostalgia
if I don't see you again ... and my Italy!

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