Winter, wind, rain
are singing their melody.
Fog or sun,
For me, it's the same.
Don't search why
Everything is so beautiful to me.
Why this greyish country
Takes Italy looks.
And, I imagine myself
Happy in the night
With thousand mandolines
Playing for my dream.
Yes, the whole world
has composed this song for you.
The bird and the river
Had sung it, long before I did it.
These are words of everyday life,
But these are love words.
Love is my song.
The four seasons will sing it for you.
These are words of everyday life,
But these are love words.
Love is my song.
The four seasons will sing it for you.