Sicily

There will be a place
For this loneliness
Because I feel so useless
In front of reality
There will be a place
Made of lava and salt
Where people know it's time to change
There will be a place
Where you can get up early
The day ends out of spite
And you feel like resting

There will be a place
Where fishing is still done
And the sea will bring
A new story
I'm crazy about you
And this luck
Sicily, land of no one

There will be a place
To be happy
Sing at the top of your lungs
And say everything you want
There will be a place
Where hope still exists
People will bring
A new story
I'm crazy about you
And this luck
Sicily
Land of no one