Though I'm coming home
I know I'm leaving another
I'll think about you, Rome
And Naples you were like no other.

I won't forget you, my love, Capri,
And Venice I'll see you again.
To Lago di Garda I'll someday flee -
I'll just have to catch another airplane.

Porto San Giorgio, where I find my family,
A second home one might say.
Ancona, you felt like a fantasy -
Assisi, I wish I could stay.

Italy, I can feel you in my veins
Thank you for all that you've showed me.
To see you again - what a pleasure it would be.

By Mila Ottavini