From a scintillating star
He will signal me to come
By a light of eternity
When he calls me I will go
To ask him for that child
That I lost with his death
That with nonino he went
When he tells me come here
I'll be reborn... Because
I am...! The root of the country
That modeled with its clay,
I am...! Blood and skin,
Of that italian who gave me his seed...
Good-bye nonino...how long the road
Will be without you
Pain, sadness, the table and the bread...!
And my good-bye...ay...! My good-bye,
To your love, your tobacco, your wine.
Who, without pity, took half of me,
When taking you nonino....?
Perhaps one day, I also looking back...
Will say as you, good-bye... No more bets...!
And today my old nonino is a part of nature
He is the light, the wind, and the river
This torrent within me replaces him
Extending in me his challenge
I perpetuate myself in his blood, I know
And anticipate in my voice, his own echo
This voice that once sounded hollow to me
When I said good-bye... Good-bye nonino
I am...! The root of the country
That modeled with its clay
I am...! Blood and skin
Of that italian who gave me his seed
Good-bye nonino... You left your sun in my destiny
Your fearless ardor, your creed of love
And that eagerness...ah..! Your eagerness
For seeding the road with hope.
I am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlight
That today cries for you nonino
Perhaps the day when my string is cut
I will see you and I will know there is no end