Sicilia bedda [English translation]

I'm a Sicilian and I'm in America,

I left my land to find work,

With that work- I made money,

But in truth, I think of Sicily...

Beautiful Sicily, my Sicily,

I always think of you, I'm homesick,

And some day, my Sicily,

I'll come back to you and never leave again...

To see your garden in bloom,

Bathed in golden sunlight,

To hear the harps sing,

That there is my wish...

Beautiful Sicily, my Sicily,

I always think of you, I'm homesick,

And some day, my Sicily,

I'll come back to you and never leave again...

Here in America there are many riches,

But I think of my Sicily,

If I close my eyes, with my imagination,

It feels like I'm really there...

Beautiful Sicily, my Sicily,

And some day, my Sicily,

I'll come back to you and never leave again...

I always think of you, my Sicily,

and some day, my Sicily,

I'll come back to you and never leave again...