You are stretched over the sea,
Touched by the sea and the wind,
All this is you,
Italy.
You are old now,
Years and years of history you lived,
War, love and pain you felt.
Your people are ready now,
It fills our heart when we name you,
Dirty from politics,
Dirty from corruption,
Dirty from pollution,
Because you,
Italy,
Like a dirty postcard thrown on the ground,
And your people, will take you and clean you.
