Per Sergio [English translation]

Because the wind

no longer tousles your hair

for your beautiful eyes

for you, Friend, I will sing.

For your days extinguished

right in the midst of life

for your unborn children

for you, Friend, I will sing

I will sing...I will sing…I will sing

although my throat

is raw with pain I will sing

because singing is a caress

and with my voice… I’ll caress you.

For your happy banter

for your pale complexion

with my sincere voice

for you, Friend, I will sing.

For the sun which has approached

and which was once my sun

but the Phantom of the Opera

was an assassin.

I will sing...I will sing…I will sing

although my throat

is raw with pain I will sing

because singing is a caress

And with my voice… I'll caress you.

Against those raging hands

against that black bomb

which has stripped the heavy vine

of the hope of spring

I will sing... I will sing… I will sing

although my throat

is raw with pain I will sing

because singing is a caress

And with my voice… I'll caress you.