Che Il Mediterraneo Sia

Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that sails alone
everything music and all sails
on that wave where one flies
between science and legend
of flamenco and tarantula
and between algebra and magic
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
let the Mediterranean be

Go, go, we're all the same
looking out at the shores of the same sea
and no one is a pirate and no one is an emigrant
we are all sailors
let's go, let's go, there is no barrier
we are all children of the same sea
there are no pirates, there are no emigrants
we are all sailors

Let the Mediterranean be
the fortress that has no doors
where everyone can live
from the wealth that everyone brings
every man with his star
in the night of the dancing god
every people with their god
who accompanies all sailors
and that wave that never stops
let the Mediterranean be

go, go to the same party,
of a music made of different people
from Naples that invents melody
to the drums of Algeria
let's go, let's go to the same party
of a music that goes on and never stops
from Naples that invents its melody
to the drums of Algeria

Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that has always sailed
navigating between north and south
between east and west
and in the sea of inventions
that compass to navigate
Nina, Pinta and Santa Maria
and the courage of those sailors
and that journey that never stops
let the Mediterranean be

(in the white bar of the white)

Let the Mediterranean be
that ship that sails alone
between the future and poetry
in the wake of those sailors
and that wave that never stops
let the Mediterranean be.