Io canto [English translation]

The mist which lays in the morning,

A stone path of the hill,

The falcon which will rise,

The first ray which will come,

The snow which will be melt

Running towards the sea.

The imprint of the head on the pillow,

The slow and uncertain steps of a child,

The look of the serenity,

The hand which will be stretched,

The joy of who will wait

That is why and for what will come

I sing,

The hands in pocket and I sing,

The voice in holiday and I sing,

The band in the head and I sing,

I run in the wind and I sing,

The whole life and I sing,

The spring and I sing,

My prayer and I sing,

For someone who will listen to me,

I want to sing,

Always sing.

The smell of the coffee in the kitchen,

The house all full of the morning,

And the lift which does not work,

The love to my city,

People who will smile

Along the street,

The branches which are intertwined in the sky,

An old man who walks always alone.

The summer which will pass then,

The wheat which will mature,

The hand which will pick it up,

That is why and for what will come

I sing,

The hands in pocket and I sing,

The voice in holiday and I sing,

The band in the head and I sing,

I run in the wind and I sing,

The whole life and I sing,

The spring and I sing,

The last evening and I sing,

For someone who will listen to me,

I want to sing,

Always sing,

Sing.

I sing,

The hands in pocket and I sing,

The voice in holiday and I sing,

The whole life and I sing,

I run in the wind and I sing,

I sing,

The whole life and I sing,

I sing,

For someone who will listen to me,

For someone who will listen to me,

For someone who will listen to me.