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…