Una vecchia canzone italiana [English translation]

A land stretched in the sea

Where every song talks about love

A land of grain and of flowers

A sunny land, a land of wine, spines and laurel

A land that stays in the heart

Of those who, for a dream, has to leave it

Each city has a feast

A band that plays

A square, a caffé

A land of saints and poets

Of many mafia guys and very few monks

A land of thousands of foreigners

Who find love and never leave

A land that keeps the hearts

Of those who leave for distant lands

But wherever you may go

In the world, you're not alone

You'll listen to a radio that plays, distant

It will sing, an old Italian song

You'll picture a balcony with a overlooking the sea

A song doesn't ask for more

It takes you wherever you want

But what is a song?

It's a story that is born from every emotion

And that accompanies life

From when you're born to when it ends

Voice of tired people

That gives strength to an idea that never dies

And that arrives in each house of the world, flying and painted blue

You'll listen to a radio that plays, distant

It will sing, an old Italian song

You'll picture in a moment your first love

The years and life pass by

But a song doesn't

You'll listen to a radio that plays, distant

It will sing, an old Italian song

You'll picture a balcony with a overlooking the sea

A song doesn't ask for more

It takes you wherever you want

The years and life pass by

But a song doesn't