At school when I was little
I didn't have many friends
I would have liked to be called Dupont
To have slightly clearer eyes
I dreamed of being a blond child
I was a little angry with my father

It's true, I am a stranger
I've been told enough
I have raven-colored hair
I come from the depths of Italy
And I have the accent of my country
Italian through and through

I am Italian and I remain so
In both word and deed
Your seasons have become mine
But my music is Italian
I am Italian in my anger
In my sweetness and my prayers
I remember my kind
I am Italian and I remain so

Goodbye Rome

I love the lovers of Verona
The spaghetti, the minestrone
And the girls from Napoli
Turin, Rome and its fans
And Da Vinci's Mona Lisa
Which is, alas, in Paris

My eyes washed out by the rains
Of our autumns and our nights
And by our silent mists
I had a wandering mood
But from shortcut to detour
I always made the round trip

I am Italian and I remain so
In both word and deed
Your seasons have become mine
But my music is Italian
I am Italian in my anger
In my sweetness and my prayers
I remember my kind
I am Italian and I remain so

Goodbye Rome

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

It's true, I am a stranger
I've been told enough
I have raven-colored hair
My name is Barzotti
And I have the accent of my country
Italian through and through

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES