Melodramma [English translation]

This song of mine

- Hymn of love

I sing it to you now

With my pain

So powerful, so great

that it pierces my heart.

But clear is the morning

through the fields, the smell of wine

I dreamt of you and now

I see you still here

Ah, what nostalgia

Painting of hills

I cry at the madness [that]

it was to leave.

This melody

Hymn of love

I sing it to you and feel

All of my pain

So powerful, so great

that it pierces my heart.

But clear is the morning

through the fields, a great windmill

There, my destiny was born

bitter without you...

Bitter without you.

And this heart sings

A sweet melodrama

It is the hymn to love

That I will sing for you.

It is a melodrama that

I sing without you.