Written by Thisbe Vos

I must go with empty soul
Because I left my heart in Pordenone
People talk of Paris and Rome
But my heart is still in Pordenone

Beautiful little village - Sweet
town in Eastern Italy
When I'm near you I just know
That you're the only one for me

I must go with empty soul
'Cause although we had to part
I will always love you so
Pordenone you've got my heart

I must go with empty soul
Because I left my heart in Pordenone
People talk of Paris, Rome
But my heart is still in Pordenone

Hills of gray and grass of green
The greenest that I've ever seen
I knew right from the start
That Pordenone you would keep my heart

(Instrumental Solo)

It is difficult to explain it
But I know it's plain to see
Maybe some day, I'll go back and claim it
But for now my heart belongs to Pordenone
And Pordenone, you belong to me