Wish I could have jumped into my car
Leaving for a trip across the mountains
Across the valleys
Across the gold coasts
Now it is too late for me to do
Staying here has turned on my senses
With the perfumes
With the tastes
I'll play my mandolino
I'll sing my songs like Pino
I'll miss my limoncino
The mare Salentino
I'll miss that good old vino
Custoza Bardolino
My spirit neolatino
Napoletano spaghetti pomodorino
Sorrentino
See the imperious guy holding that stone
He's about to throw against Goliath
Satisfying his desire
Culture still evolving after all
Changing as we've blended with Arabian
Ancient Roman
Greek and Viking
I'll play my mandolino
I'll sing my songs like Pino
I'll miss when in my childhood
They cut my hair at Tino's
I'll miss the alta moda
The real cappuccino
The pasta and the pizza
Amatriciana carbonara bufalina
Margherita
What is the best way to say goodbye?
This is so spectacular
I don't know how to do so
Time is over
Everywhere I go I will preserve
All the love I feel for my homeland
She so lovely
With her contrasts
I'll play my mandolino
I'll sing my songs like Pino
I'll miss my limoncino
The mare Salentino
I'll miss that good old vino
Custoza Bardolino
My spirit neolatino
Napoletano spaghetti pomodorino
The pasta and the pizza
Amatriciana carbonara bufalina
Margherita