Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm an Italian, I'm an Italian We are from party 24-7, or Gucci, Versace or Piccate In Spain I am the one who kills the most Monca, Toretto, always flow Torette The time has come, she always calls me, she doesn't run alone Let's eat paella, Santa Pola We open the party and always eat with flora Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm an Italian, I'm an Italian Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm an Italian, I'm an Italian Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm an Italian, I'm an Italian Even if nothing is right, I am only black evening We shine like the stars, I would like to take off my leather belt I'm an Italian, a real Italian I wake up in the morning with a strict coffee Valentino's dreams and the streets of the center I'll take you on a Ferrari to the Colosseum Now let me sing slowly I know this is a miss for an Italian Italy of Leonardo Lambo and Renzo Piano All beautiful from the south to the high ground Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm a Spaniard with an Italian Let me sing, with the guitar in my hands Let me sing, I'm an Italian, I'm an Italian