Träden i villa borghese [English translation]

I’m listening to the songs of the trees

In the park one day in April

They whisper and you can barely hear the words

But the tone is already there

It was only the wind that was blowing

And the sun that was showing itself

But maybe most of all it was

A springday’s memory of you

Come close to my heart, come close

Under the greenery’s sifting light

A bittersweet longing remains

A time in the rush of love

So forget your lonely moments

Here is my longing embrace

Come let us travel together

Far beyond memory and name

Beyond the borders of eternity

There we belong together

Yes it was the wind that was blowing

In the trees a day in April