Gli spaventapasseri [English translation]

Sometimes it’s nice to get away from the sounds of the city,

when I leave, when I think in a different way,

until every movement seems to be useless.

Scarecrows seem to be swimming in the middle of wheat;

a sea of yellow ears1 dances in the wind,

while the train passes by.

An everyday race: losing, winning,

from afar seems to be completely useless.

Scarecrows seem to be waiting in the middle of wheat;

butterflies among the leaves and bees fly far away.

Scarecrows seem to be waiting for us in the middle of the fields.

Snow has already fallen and the branches are white.

Scarecrows seem to be watching us.

1. meaning the ears of wheat