401“Where I will go to sleep I know well what it is like. Where I will go to sleep, when I fall asleep, where I will go to sleep”
I imagine a garden at the foot of the mountain
My uncle and my cousins get drunk on spumante
They wait for me singing, clapping their hands
And Paolo happy to finally see me again
I imagine a secret given as a gift
A smile exchanged over the piano
And generations of fortune singers
Who sing in unison for a piece of the moon
Where I will go, in the shadow of the rocks of Monte Nerone
Where I will go, to the Earth where my father's father rests
Where I go, there will be olives and wine from Italy
Music and girls, children's eyes that shine
Where I will go to sleep I know well what it is like
Where I will go to sleep, when I fall asleep, where I will go to sleep
I imagine a party full of mandolins
Who never stop where my cousins dance
My friends, my neighbors will come back from everywhere
As if all our paths lead us back home
Where I go to sleep, mine are already sleeping
I want to come back like a returning son
I want to sleep at home proud like an Italian
Sleeping in CAI'SERRA, at the foot of my garden
Where I will go, in the shadow of the rocks of Monte Nerone
Where I will go, to the Earth where my father's father rests
Where I go, there will be olives and wine from Italy
Music and girls, children's eyes that shine
Where I will go to sleep I know well what it is like
Where I will go to sleep, when I fall asleep, where I will go to sleep
I know how it is
Where I will go to sleep, when I fall asleep, where I will go to sleep