How can I forget where I come from? My roots, and who are mine? Exile and my new life, far from Italy Even if I was only a child My father often said That I held my destiny in my hands Who am I and where do I come from? Today I know well, and without the slightest doubt I am the son of the Italian, I came from nothing Alone I traced my path I was cold and I was hungry I followed my path, expensive as it costs Not for glory, but to write my story I had no other ambition Than to give in my songs A little happiness and joy around me And to be a popular singer After so much trouble It's up to you, who are there, that I owe it Who am I and where do I come from? Today I know well, and without the slightest doubt I am the son of the Italian, I came from nothing Alone I traced my path I was cold and I was hungry I followed my path, expensive as it costs For those who love me As much as I love them Who am I and where do I come from? Today I know well, and without the slightest doubt I am the son of the Italian, I came from nothing Alone I traced my path I was cold and I was hungry I followed my path, expensive as it costs For those who love me As much as I love them Who am I and where do I come from? Today I know well, and without the slightest doubt I am the son of the Italian, I came from nothing Alone I traced my path I was cold and I was hungry