Gente Di Mare

For us who are people of the plain
Experienced navigators of cities
The sea always scares us a little
For that idea of too much freedom

Yet we have salt in our hair
From the sea we have the depths
And women shivering in shawls
Waiting for something, it's not known

People of the sea who leave
Wherever they want, where they don't know
People who die of nostalgia
But when they return after a day they die
For the desire to leave.

(People of the sea)
And when we stop on the shore
(People of the sea)
Our gaze goes to the horizon
(People of the sea)
Carrying our thoughts adrift
For that idea of too much freedom

People of the sea who leave
Wherever they want, where they don't know
Corsair people who are no longer there
Distant people who carry in their hearts
This great blue brother

Beyond the sea, there is someone
There is someone who knows nothing about you

People of the sea who leave
Wherever they want, where they don't know
We prisoners in these cities
We always live in today and yesterday
Nailed to reality...
And the people of the sea go...

People of the sea who leave (who leave)
Wherever they want, where they don't know (but where they don't know)
We prisoners in these big cities
We always live in today and yesterday
Nailed to reality...
And the people of the sea go...