I feel like a gypsy on the street
I miss you, but tomorrow I'm coming home
And the holidays start when I return to my hometown
The Madonnas in the churches when I return to my hometown
With the lights always on
When I return to my hometown
The ladies on their chairs when I return to my hometown
Among the always-full squares when I return to my hometown
You always return to your hometown
You always return to your hometown
Kids playing in the middle of the street
Under the downtown buildings
People eating, drinking, and crying
When they hear their accent again
The story's the same, Sicily and Calabria
You visit all your relatives' homes because 'if you don't come I'll be offended'
It's a small world, but mine always stays here in the South
When you come down, you want to stay
Maria Rita hanging laundry
The sheets flying white over the market stalls
I miss you, but tomorrow I'm coming home
And the holidays start when I return to my hometown
The Madonnas in the churches when I return to my hometown
With the lights always on
When I return to my hometown
The ladies on their chairs when I return to my hometown
Among the always-full squares when I return to my hometown
You always return to your hometown
You always return to your hometown
Flowers, flowers, life flowing by
Among the festive lights, I light up
Rosalia waits for me on the balcony
Kisses me with laughing eyes
Patron saints and devotees
Fireworks in the sky and on faces
Everyone breathes the sweet air
We stay here for hours and hours
Summer dances on nostalgia
I wouldn't want to leave anymore
I miss you, but tomorrow I'm coming home
And the holidays start when I return to my hometown
The Madonnas in the churches when I return to my hometown
With the lights always on
When I return to my hometown
The ladies on their chairs when I return to my hometown
Among the always-full squares when I return to my hometown
You always return to your hometown
You always return to your hometown
You always return to your hometown