I have in my heart, somewhere
A bit of melancholy
A mixture of barbarian blood
And Italian wine
A rural marriage
Pulled by two horses
A path in the mountain
To go and draw some water.
I have deep within my memory
Lights from old days
That a very old woman wearing black clothes,
Was lighting for me,
A house built with stones
Eroded by the sea
Above a cemetery
Where crosses are inclined.
I come from South
And by all the ways
I come back there...
I have in the voice, some nights
A crying voice,
A mixture of barbarian song
And of an Italian sky,
Some monumental waves of anger
Blown by the winds,
Some never-ending speeches
After lunch.
I come from South
And by all the ways
I come back there...
I have somewhere in my heart
Some melancholy,
The desire to put again on time
The clocks of my life.
A path in the mountain
When I will need water,
A rural garden
For my days off,
A house built with stones
Eroded by the sea
Above a cemetery
Where my dad lays down
I come from South
And by all the ways
I come back here...
And by all the ways
I come back here...