To each and all those who one day had to leave ...
Emigrant, immigrant ... ones that leave, others arrive. In the middle of the sea with their voices and goodbyes ...
Addio mamma! Addio fratello!
Alas, why me away from you, my love Spain.
THE EMIGRANT
SING: Juanito Valderrama and his son John
Men, women and children, arrived at ' America ... brought together to uproot, their dreams, hopes, anxieties, fears, smells and colors of their land was left behind. Maybe behind forever, the Beloved ... the love terra mia.
AMARA TERRA MIA
Ricardo Rodriguez
Many countries have seen their sons and daughters to these shores, but the ones they lived were Spain and Italy. What Argentina has among its roots to a nono, nona, grandmother or grandfather, an immigrant? To them my remembrance and tribute.
AMARA TERRA MIA
Domenico Modugno
Today many people from here have to immigration ... our young people go to seek their future to other lands that promise a better life.