Terra Mia

I will travel, without you,
Your horizons.
I carry within me
Your immensity.

I will dream of your magic
And I will tell
The sorrows, the joys
Of your sunsets.

I will think, I will pray
With the intensity
Of those green years in which
My age was beautiful.

Sweet my land!

Skyscrapers over me.
What melancholy!
New faces, sometimes strange,
It's not my home.

Where is my home,
That scent of roses,
Those little things of hers.
She waits for me, she's there.

My land, my land,
I will return to you
With the fever of a love,
Old land of mine.

Old land of mine!