L'Italia è di tutti [English translation]

Between win and defeat

our country has its great history

At times mocked then battered

Thrown stones at in a big theatre.

Left alone like a child

looking for the hand for his path

Loved and hated at times changed

by ruthless faces in nice suits.

Italy belongs to everyone to those who met it

during the years of lead

in the water under the bridge

To those who stayed silent with too much omertà

To those who denied the truth

To those who stay with their feet on the ground

To those who defended it by making war

Italy that dreams

Italy that cries in Bologna on the 2nd August.

Italy belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

Our country in its dolce vita

Screaming teared up a sewn mouth

Black and blue and its face reflected

on a slightly faded flag.

I've seen it from a newascast

Lying down on a hospital bed

Shoes made of mud hands made of whood

And eyes reddened by bitter tears

Italy belongs to everyone to those who want to love it

To those who felt bad just looking a it

To those who humiliated her while saying "I swear"

To those who denied it even a future

To and old man who is tired

but is proud of it at heart

And feels moved thinking of her in black and white

Italy that falls and picks itself up and picks itself up

Italy belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

To those who have a big void in their unconscious

It belongs to an university student

To those who gave up and left

and sometimes think about it with melancholy

Clean hands and betrayed minds

To those with too many disappointed promises

To those who survive in their half-sleep

To the deads by the hand of a head of the family

It belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

Italy belongs to everyone

Hold me for a bit more

to give a sense to life

We're a part of this

Me and you.

• Artist:Fabrizio Moro
• Album:L'inizio (2013)