Melodramma [English translation]

This song of mine

A hymn to love

I'm singing it you now

With my pain

That is so strong and so big

That torments my heart

But the morning is a clear one

There's a smell of wine amidst the fields

I dreamed of you and now

I still see you there

Oh, it's so much nostalgia

Frescoes1 show the hill

I cry, what a madness it is

To go away later

This song of mine

A hymn to love

I sing it and I feel

All my pain

That is so strong and so big

That torments my heart

But the morning is a clear one

There's a mill amidst the fields

There is where my destiny was born

Without you, it is bitter...

Without you, it is bitter

And this heart is singing

A sweet melodrama

It's the hymn of love

That I'll sing for you

It's a melodrama that

That I sing without you

1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fresco