Il suono della domenica [English translation]

I've seen lonely people carry on, you know

You go between ruins and dreams of people that hope

You know about me, I know about you

But where is the sound of Sunday?

In my country

I can see grain flourishing

With arms stretched

To the eternity

My country...

I've seen skies full of misery, you know

And I've seen fake faiths make just troubles

What do you know about us? What do you know about me?

But where is the sound of Sunday?

In my country

I can see mowing the grain

With hands stretched

To the eternity

My country...

I'll leave you a smile, goodbye

And a new anger in the face, goodbye

The tenderness that, goodbye

Makes the heart in my throat to me

In my country

The grain is still yellow

With arms stretched

To the eternity

My country...

In my country

I can see good flourishing

Taken beatings

Have never been rendered

In my country...

Which sound makes the Sunday in your place?