You know how many times
i would like to go away
from this land
of devils and saints
but Màkari is home,
it is joy and pain
this is my land
Land of wise men
and land of fools
people who take their hearts
and give them away
Whoever comes to Sicily
cries twice
Màkari is my home
This is the story
a little curious
a little grumpy
that speaks of love
for the traditions,
for my roots
but Màkari is home
and the heart sings for you
Sing louder
but do it in silence
because no one here
hears and sees us
but Màkari is home,
is joy and pain
I don’t forget Màkari
i don’t forget, i don’t forget anymore.
This is the story
a little curious
a little grumpy
that speaks of love
for the traditions,
for my roots
but Màkari is home
and the heart sings for you