I want to go live in the country
I want the dew that bathes me
but I live here in the city, and I do not like it anymore
in this beastly traffic
loneliness assails you and throws you down
how beautiful my youth is
I want to go back to the countryside
I want to zap the earth and make firewood
but I live here in the city, what a hurry is the tribe
you can not communicate anymore
here you can no longer breathe the sky is no longer blue
and I do not enjoy it anymore
In my country we dance, dance and dance
in this night a little full moon
in my country there is a party that party
all in the square and looking out the window
and a dream and nothing more
how beautiful my youth is
I was born in the countryside
I remember Grandpa Silvio and the harvest
but I live here in the city, where you were born
but the neurosis is general
the confusion that attacks you throws you down
and I do not enjoy it anymore
In my country we dance, dance and dance
in this night a little full moon scent
in my country there is a party that party
all in the square and looking out the window
I want my country, the church, the houses
and the teacher who cultivates her roses
I want my country back, the old bus
going up slowly puffing late at night
but it's just a dream and nothing more
how beautiful my youth is
In my country you dance and dance and dance
from the night until dawn with the full moon
I want my country back, those people who breathe love
and that pond that for us children seemed the sea
in my country there is a party that a great party
all dressed for good a little bit out of mind
I want my country back, the carousel the barber
and the doctor of all, the priest and the carabiniere
but it's just a dream and nothing more
how beautiful my youth is
Only among all we can make this a better place :)