Lode all'Inviolato [English translation]

We have weathered several storms

And many hard and ancient ordeals

And a clear help from an invisible caress

Of a guardian.

Worth is the life of he who is awake

But even more of he who becomes wise

And to His joy he finally returns

Let there be Praise, Praise to the Inviolate.

And so many useless characters I wore

Me and my person suffered so many of them

Hell is dry

Its way is sterile.

So many miracles, plans and inspirations...

And then suffering which blinds you

In the falls there's the reason for His Absence

The clouds cannot annihilate the Sun

And Paganini knew it well

That the devil is left-handed and deceitful

And plays the violin.