There must be a place
for this solitude,
as I feel so helpless
in front of this reality,
there must be a place
made of lava and sun
where people know it’s time to change,
there must be a place
where you can get up earlier,
the day finishes out of spite
and you feel like shouting
that there must be a place
where people still go out fishing,
and the sea brings
new stories,
I’m crazy for you,
this is fortunate,
land of Sicily and nobody else
There must be a place
where you can be happy,
singing with all your strength
and asking everyone what they want,
there must be a place
where people still have hope,
where people still brings
new stories,
I’m crazy for you,
this is fortunate,
land of Sicily and nobody else