Let's go ahead and act! I'm afraid, somewhere, of melancholy A mixture of barbarian blood and wine from Italy A marriage in the countryside pulled by two horses A path in the mountains to drain the water Deep in my memory I have lights from the past That a very old woman in black illuminated for me A house made of stone that the sea has tidied Above a cemetery where the crosses are bent I come from the south and through all the paths I come back I love to see, some nights, something that screams A mixture of barbarian songs and a sky of Italy Monumental anger that the winds have suffered Endless speeches after lunch I come from the south and through all the paths I come back I have somewhere in the heart of melancholy The desire to set the clocks of my life on time A path in the mountains when I need water A garden in the countryside for my days off A house made of stone that the sea has tidied Above a cemetery where my father has gone to bed I come from the south and through all the paths I come back I come from the south and through all the paths I come back A mixture of barbarian songs and a sky of Italy I come from the south I come from the south