Oh, this sweet rain of July is you.
Oh, the clean skies of Bono1are you.
Oh, the wind of a night in the mountains is you.
Oh, the dying eyes of a lamb are you.
Beautiful this moon,
come here, there's nobody at home
and it's cold outside.
Good is the luck
that gives us the sweetness
of this seed of man
and this blood of woman.
Ah, warm bread
of this day,
leave me, leave me like this,
stop the oblivion, stop yourself.
Ah, warm bread.
Oh, the warm bread in the morning is you.
Oh, the river that cradles my heart is you.
Beautiful this moon,
come here, there's nobody at home
and it's cold outside.
Good is the luck
that gives us the sweetness
of this seed of man
and this blood of woman.
Oh, hot bread
of this day,
leave me, leave me like this,
stop the oblivion, stop yourself.
Ah, warm bread.
Oh, a mouth as red as wine, your mouth,
a mouth, my mouth.
Oh, honey in my throat is you.
Oh, warm bread!
1. A village in north Sardinia.