You who left one morning without knowing where you were going
A name, an address, a ship for America
Closed in a coat a kiss for angelica
You who left all that
Thinking that it was just a dream
And a tear on the face of the one who loved you so much
An almost empty suitcase
Like many, you were also leaving
And that moment that you will never forget
And you who was blown away by the wind, almost dying inside
But without being able to shed a single tear
I see the hands disappear, greeting you
You who so much You worked and rarely rested
Years of your life dreaming of returning
While the flower in your buttonhole withers
You who dreamed of returning
br/>You who dreamed of having a country house with a pool
The last Mercedes Bans, the custom-made suit
Angelica would surely wait
You who would blow you away with the wind almost dying inside
But without being able to shed a single tear
Watching the hands disappear while greeting you
A foreigner all your life as a foreigner
With the accent typical of a foreigner
And that long-awaited day after many years had passed
You arrived without prior notice at the starting point
With your hands giving away your life
Your mother who you barely saw in an alien early morning
No one recognized you the first time
The children who ran screaming a foreigner in broad daylight
And you wonder what your homeland will be
The foreigner will never have a homeland
And you who left with the wind now if you are dying
Inside crying everything you had never cried
Seeing what you longed for disappear
A foreigner all your life you will be a foreigner
With the accent of a foreigner