Borgo antico [English translation]

Oh village, ancient village of lovers

that the poet immortalized

and I recall pale and trembling

as love wrapped them up,

listen village, this time,

the new story I tell you about.

Ancient village,

with gray roofs under the opaque sky

I call on you,

but in your streets the echoes are lost

that say heart, heart,

that you die with me,

please bear my pain.

Heart,

you know why

I don’t drink

and I’m drunk,

I don’t play

and I lose the love game.

I lost in the midst of these yellow roses

the hope of who knows

and my song is lost in the valley

with my happiness.

Ninth hour, play, play and

tell me again: it’s late, she won't come.

Ancient village,

with gray roofs under the opaque sky

I call on you,

but in your streets the echoes are lost

that say heart, heart,

that you die with me,

please bear my pain.

Heart,

you know why

I don’t drink

and I’m drunk,

I don’t play

and I lose the love game.

The sky has become fire-colored.

My dream dies out, ancient village!