Gente di mare [English translation]

We, people from the plains

Excellent drivers in the city

Are always a little scared of the sea

Because of the idea of too much freedom

And although we have the salt in our hair

We have the depth of the sea in our souls

And freezing women in their shawls

Waiting for something which nobody knows

People of the sea, who leave it behind

Going to where they like, they don’t know where

People dying of nostalgia

But when they go back after one day, they die

of the desire to go away

(People of the sea)

And when we stop on the shore

(People who go)

Our look goes to the horizon

(People of the sea)

Bringing our thoughts adrift

Because of the idea of too much freedom

People of the sea, who leave it behind

Going to where they like, they don’t know where

Buccaneer people who are no more

Faraway people carrying in their hearts

This big blue brother

At the other side of the sea, there’s someone who

There’s someone who knows nothing about you

People of the sea, who leave it behind

Going to where they like, they don’t know where

We, prisoners of these cities

We always live for today and for yesterday

Nailed down by reality,

and the people of the sea go there