Terra Straniera

Foreign land ... How much melancholy!

When we said goodbye, I don't know why
you blew me a kiss and ran away,
and yet now, I confess,
I don't think of you ...

I no longer remember those beautiful eyes
full of warm and infinite light...
I forgot your hair
and the little mouth that was my life.

But I dream night and day of my little house,
my old lady who always waits...
The love of the village and of my mother
is a great flame that burns the heart!
This sadness, this nostalgia
are the memory of my Italy!

But I dream night and day of my little house,
my old lady who always waits...
The love of the village and of my mother
is a great flame that burns the heart!
Mother ... I will die of nostalgia
if I don't see you again ... and my Italy!