I think of you my love
I'm so far from our lands
I'm going there for you my love
For mom and for my brothers
There is a welcoming land
Soon I'll be on the doorstep
Oh there is Europe
But on this stumbling sea
Under this mourning moon
I escape, I escape
Tell my ancestors and tell Mom
That it'll be wonderful in Lampedusa
Oh tell my ancestors
Tell it to Moussa
I'll live happier days in Lampedusa
I think of you my love
What are you doing right now
Don't worry my love
Soon you'll be so proud
And even if the time is spoiled
Even if the wind beats us
I will arrive soon
Even if the wind slaps us
The next step is El Dorado
Tell my ancestors and tell Mom
That everything will go better in Lampedusa
Oh tell my ancestors
Tell it to Moussa
I'll live happier days in Lampedusa
Oh my God, my God
I've dreamed of this place so much
I went there for you and I
I've dreamed of this place so much
This place that I won't like
Oh if you knew, my God
How cold I am
Oh my God, my God
To you I said goodbye
But say nothing to Mom
I see your eyes again
I hear their samba
While I pass my days1 in the middle
Off the coast of Lampedusa
Oh my God, my God
I've dreamed of this place so much
Say nothing to Mom
Oh I run in the middle of Lampedusa
I think of you my love
This thought will be the last
1. "couler" can mean to "flow", to "run" or to "roll", but the context here is more-so to spend his life there. There really isn't a great translation for this word into Engish.