Maybe I've never told you but you
For me, you're like Bergamo
I know it might make you laugh but
I have no better compliments

Uh, uh-uh-uh
You're a train that quietly returns home (uh, uh-uh-uh)
Not to wake up the industrial area while it sleeps (uh, uh-uh-uh)
You're five family men, five dealers
Who mow the lawn on Sunday morning when the sun rises

The truth, ah-ah, is that
I would like
To travel you at night as if you were a highway
But I can only touch you
And damn, it's not enough and it will never be enough
But I would like
That if you feel lost in melancholy
Grey days and black skies you
Remember that you're as beautiful as my home
Remember that you're as beautiful as my home
Ah-ah

Maybe I've never told you but you
For me, you're like Bergamo, na-na-na-na-na
The weight of an accent too pronounced
That certainly won't take away the university you did in Milan

Like an old photo of my grandmother
When she accompanied my grandfather to do the military (uh, uh-uh-uh)
You are hope in the eyes of those who stay
And understand that sometimes in life you just have to wait

I would like
To travel you at night as if you were a highway
But I can only touch you
And damn, it's not enough and it will never be enough
But I would like
That if you feel lost in melancholy
Grey days and black skies you
Remember that you're as beautiful as my home
Remember that you're as beautiful as my home

You're as beautiful as my home

You're as beautiful as my home, oh, oh-oh-oh, uoh-oh-oh
You're as beautiful as my home
You're as beautiful as my home

I would like
To see your thoughts behind that fringe
I'll take you downtown and maybe you'll understand
What I mean when I tell you that you're as beautiful as my home

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