Coppi [English translation]

A little man on the wheels (Pedal! Pedal! ...)

against the whole world,

a little man on the wheels

against the Izoard;

and he goes up, again,

and he goes up...

He is coming from pain

and from white roads.

The white and dumb pain,

that never changes.

And he goes up, again,

and he goes up...

Five times down here,

then twice in France,

four times in the world

and twice against the wind.

Mild eyes and a nose which cuts the wind.

Dark and grave eyes

looking at the cobblestone.

And he goes up, again,

and he goes up,

he goes up...

Then, up there,

against the blue sky

with the snow singing around....

And then down

There is no time to rest,

no time to stay behind.

The Lady with no wheels

is no longer waiting.

A little man without

the face of a champion,

with such a huge heart,

like the Izoard.

And he goes up, again,

and he goes up,

he goes up,

he goes up!