I have in the heart, somewhere
A bit of melancholy
A mixture of barbarian blood
And of italian's wine
A rurally mariage
Pulled by two horses
A path in the mountain
To go collecting water
I have deep down within my memory
Lights from old days
That, a really old woman wearing black,
Was lighting for me
A house all in stones
Eroding by the sea
Above a cemetery
Where crosses are inclined
I come from South*
And by all the ways
I come back
I have in the voice, some nights
Something crying
A mixture of barbarian song
And of italian's sky
Some monumental angers
Blown by wind
Some never-ending speeches
After the lunch
I come from South
And by all the ways
I come back
I have somewhere in the heart
Melancholy
The desire to put again the watch straight
The clocks of my life
A path in the mountain
When I will need water
A rurally garden
For my days off
A house all in stones
Eroding by the sea
Above a cemetery
Where is laying my dad down
I come from South
And by all the ways
I come back
And by all the ways
I come back
A mixture of barbarian song
And of italian's sky
I come from South