Uei... Paesano

Hey fellow countryman, hey hey hey fellow countryman
Hey fellow countryman, how are you?
Italy is small, there are many people
And this is the ruin that one cannot survive
Everyone wants to go abroad, it is known
To earn bread for dad and mom
And leaves the family, leaves home
Earns bread and goes to lose happiness
Hey fellow countryman, hey hey hey fellow countryman
She knows that what I say is true
Lose your way in the world, see a guy who is Italian
Go shake his hand, he knows in his heart what's already there
And say
Hey fellow countryman, hey hey hey fellow countryman
Hey fellow countryman, how are you?
Ink, paper, and pen, dearest mom
I'm doing very well here, don't worry
And tell me how you are and how dad is
Please reply and don't make me wait
And wait, wait, one day a letter will come
And a sister says that mom is no longer there
And say
Hey fellow countryman, hey hey hey fellow countryman
Hey fellow countryman, how are you?
But is she perhaps from Piedmont, Lombardy, Genoa
Is she Venetian, or from Friuli, Emilia
From the Marche or even Tuscan, maybe an Umbrian fellow countryman
From Abruzzo, from the maternal, our eternal Rome
Is she from Naples, Apulian, maybe Sardinian or Calabrian
From Lucca, Sicilian
What does it matter, she's Italian!
And if she's Italian, that's enough!
Because Italy is all beautiful
And this is also true
Without any distinction
Shake hands and come here
And say
Hey fellow countryman, hey hey hey fellow countryman
Hey fellow countryman, how are you?