Stranizza d'amuri [English translation]

In the valley of Scammacca

the carters from time to time

left their dejections

and the blowflies buzzed over

and we went hunting lizards…

The Circum-Aetnean diesel railcar,

the school concerts, the Nabucco,

school will soon be over.

As the years are going by

this fever gets into my bones,

though war is raging outside

I feel the miracle of love,

of love

And when I meet you in the street

I feel a shock in my heart,

though death is raging outside

the miracle of love does not die

love

And when I meet you in the street

I feel a shock in my heart,

though death is raging outside

the miracle of love does not die

love

As the years are going by

this fever gets into my bones,

though war is raging outside

I feel the miracle of love,

of love