Prima si parte, poi si torna.

Deep in thought I forgive everyone,

as the cluttered streets greet me once again

I know I can’t be late,

spaghetti are waiting on the table.

Steeple guide me to my heart and home,

the sun is out and up and down again.

And for a moment I lose myself,

wrapped up in the pleasures of the world.

I’ve journeyed here and there and back again,

But in the same old haunts I still find my friends…