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           I would never get tired              to turn  the world, made of wonders and special people.
But only the scent of the sea, the land and the fruits it gives me, reminds me of my childhood..
I would recognize you without looking, beautiful Sicily.

            I never got tired of it             of girari lu munnu, wonderful things and special people.
But the love of the seas, of my land and of the fruits of my life, makes me grow fonder when I was little.
I thought you would go out without taliari, Sicily bedda.

         Je ne me lasserais jamais             to park the world, make wonders and special people.
More than ever, the smell of the sea, of the land and the fruits that make me women, captivates me in my childhood.
I remember you sans you regarder, beautiful Sicily.

I would never get tired of   traveling the world, made of wonders and special people.
But only the smell of the sea, of my land and of the fruits it gives me, reminds me of when I was a child.
I would recognize you without looking, beautiful Sicily.

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