I girasoli [English translation]

A sound of tolling bells is coming

To awaken the sunflowers;

Then, it spreads toward the sea...

All the sunflowers look over there,

Toward the sea beyond

Where the red fire is the sun

And, in the blueness, it rises!

And the world's soul

Breathes in me,

When the wave of my body

Overflows all over you,

Sea that subsides at dawn...

What a concert, the bells

On the course of the seagulls,

When they come from the sea

Over the pink, Medieval cathedral!

Flight of seagulls up there...

They cradle the fields

Of sunflowers

Just like I cradle you:

You fall asleep in me, and me in you...