Makari

You know how many times I wish to get away
From this land of devils and saints
But Makari is home, it's joy and pain
This is my land

Land of wise and land of fools
Of people who take and give their heart
Who comes to Sicily cries twice
Makari is my home

This is a slightly curious story
A bit strange that speaks of love
For the traditions, for my roots
But Makari is home and the heart sings for you

Sing louder but do it in silence
Because here no one hears us or sees us
But Makari is home, it's joy and pain
I don't forget Makari, forget, forget anymore

This is a slightly curious story
A bit strange that speaks of love
For the traditions, for my roots
But Makari is home and the heart sings for you