Le colline sono in fiore [English translation]

My love, come back,

the hills are in bloom

and I, my love,

am dying from pain.

A year is almost already over

from when you went away,

I remember what you said

on the day you left me:

“I love you so much,

I’d like to stay, forget about going

but it’s not right, I’m a nobody,

for you I’ll become someone”.

My love, come back,

the hills are in bloom

and I, my love,

am dying from pain.

My love, come back,

I don’t care, it doesn’t matter

if you did not

become more important

because you are important to me.

A day is long

and a year is bitterly long.1

I keep thinking of what you wrote to me

and I feel so much cold in the heart.

“Everything is all right,

I always think of you and hope to come back,

any day now, luck

will have to make up its mind and arrive”.

My love, come back,

the hills are in bloom

and I, my love,

am dying from pain.

My love, come back,

it’s all right, it doesn’t matter

if you did not

become more important

because you are important to me.

My love

1. Literally, “a year is long to the point of death”