Latino

I always come and go because
I have a Latin soul and I know it
I have something bohemian, gypsy
Sweet, plain, engraved on my skin

I always come and go and I know well
Whether I'm at the airport
I hear the words
Ti amo, Bambino, Domani, Caffè

Latino
I'm sorry
I want it, I sing it
I look for it every moment

Latino
I love it
I live it, I think it
I suffer it, I say it, I call it

I always come and go because
I have a Latin soul and I know it
I have something bohemian, gypsy
Sweet, plain, engraved on my skin

I always come and go and I know well
Whether I'm at the airport
I hear the words
Ti amo, Bambino, Domani, Caffè

Latino
(The guitar dreaming in the soul)
I'm sorry
(With a fire that never goes out)
I want it, I sing it, I look for it every moment

Latino
(A glass of wine in hand)
I love it
(That turns a stranger into a brother)
I live it, I think it, I suffer it, I say it, I call it

(Latino)
The guitar dreaming in the soul
(Latino)
Like a fire that never goes out
The warmth of two lips united
Under a sun with a friend's smile

(Latino)
A glass of wine in hand
(Latino)
That turns a stranger into a brother
A greeting in the middle of the road
The word of love from a Latino

(Latino)
The guitar dreaming in the soul
(Latino)
Like a fire that never goes out
The warmth of two lips united
Under a sun with a friend's smile

(Latino)
A glass of wine