Il giorno dell'indipendenza [English translation]

You will come back to me

You will come back to me

Water can never separate from seaside cities

and the breeze from the wind that ignites passions

and gives color to chains of flowers

and we were always together silent avant-garde

how was white the snow

that enveloped us with hydrogen and love

You were like the winter sun

that pierces the fog on the mountains

perhaps a little naively

I dreamed of a happy world

without realizing that too much love hurts

You will come back to me

You will come back to me

Like the fire from the wood

you can not separate the heart from feelings

just one thought is enough

and the serene comes back again on rainy days

I do not know where you are

but I'm sure you still feel me

the journey through time

makes the trepidation evanescent

You were like the winter sun

on our happy life

but in a world that - still - betrays us

there is no life that does not go through disappointments and fogs

after so many words, there are also great silences

You will come back to me

You will come back to me

You were like the winter winter sun

that pierces the fog on the mountains

perhaps a little naively

I dreamed of a happy world

there is no life that does not go through disappointments and fogs

after so many words, there are also great silences