Foreign land, such a melancholy!
When we two parted, don't know why
You blow a kiss to me and ran away,
And now, I confess,
You're no longer on my mind ...
I no longer remember those beautiful eyes
Filled with warm, infinite light ...
I forgot about your hair
And about those lips that used to be my life.
But, day and night I dream about my small house,
About my old mother which always awaits for me ...
The love of a country and of a mother
It's a huge flame that burns the heart!
All this sadness, all this nostalgia
Are just some memories of my Italy!
But, day and night I dream about my small house,
About my old mother which always awaits for me ...
The love of a country and of a mother
It's a huge flame that burns the heart!
Oh mother, I'll die of nostalgia
If I don't see you again ... and my Italy!