La favola antica [English translation]

There was once an ancient fable

Almost all forgotten

continued to fly in the air

waiting for him

would again narrated

It was such an old story

little faded

Like a jar

Open orange

would not resign

tried not to forget

spoke of a blond girl

sleep alone

And her poor mum

always had to be near her

beautiful lady

dressed in purple light

mother by the hand

She took her far, away

child wept percent evenings

Then she got tired

And she fell asleep

When next morning

came to wake up her

beautiful ray of sunshine

She saw the poor mum

sleeping under a tree

dressed in purple

She said her you haven’t to be afraid

To remain alone

There was once an ancient fable

Almost all forgotten

continued to fly in the air

waiting for him

would again narrated

It was such an old story

little faded

Like a jar

Open orange

And in order to not be forgotten

became real

It became!

It became life!