Terra straniera [English translation]

Foreign land—so much melancholy.

When we took our leave, I know not why,

you blew me a kiss and fled away.

Still now, I confess, I do not think of you.

I no longer remember those beautiful eyes

full of warm and endless light.

I have forgotten your hair

and the little mouth that was my life.

But I dream about my little house night and day,

about my elderly mother who always awaits.

The love of country and mama

is an intense flame that burns the heart.

Mama, I will die of homesickness

if I do not see you and my Italy again.

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If I do not see you and my Italy again.