Souvenir d'Italie

I leave you, land of dreams,
land of love,
and I take with me this little
your souvenir.

It's just a white shell
with the echo of the sea
that whispers softly in my ear,
"You don't have to go."

I'm leaving, but I leave my heart
in Vomero and Marechiaro,
and I dream of this last
beautiful night of love.

Tell me, where is it, tell me,
souvenir from Italy.
What should I do to find it, tell me,
souvenir from Italy.

But why can't you let me sleep anymore,
you're the only one who can tell me.
She left just like that and let me go,
souvenir, souvenir from Italy.

Tell me, where is it, tell me,
souvenir from Italy.
What should I do to find it, tell me,
souvenir from Italy.

But why can't you let me sleep anymore,
you're the only one who can tell me.
She left just like that and let me go,
souvenir, souvenir from Italy.