I want to sing very loudly, with the guitar in hand,
I want to sing very loudly, I'm an Italian.
Although this far and although the time passes
I do not forget a single moment
from that beautiful country where it is like that and that is always in
my thought
you know from Italy that I love artists
so colorful and so colorful,
with his poems with his love with his songs if that
girl wakes up in your hands
when I wake up I say good morning
I miss that Italy of mine
buongiorno yes, I am like that thanks to you.
I want to sing very loudly, with the guitar in hand,
I want to sing very loudly that I am an Italian
I want to sing very loudly that the whole world can hear
I am an Italian a sincere Italian.
When the night of traveling silence
inside me I hear like a lament
loves that in Italy I met and that passed like bursts
of wind
and that in the end I return the joy
sometimes I feel melancholy
remembering the Italian so beautiful that I so much,
so much I wanted
when I wake up I say good morning
always thinking about that Italy of mine
buongiorno yes, I am like that thanks to you.
(chorus)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)