Vorreri Morire

I would like to die in the season of the year
When the air is warm and the sky clear
When the swallows build their nests
When the ground is adorned with new flowers

I would like to die. I would like to die.
I would like to die when the sun sets
When the violets sleep on the meadow
Happy would the soul return to God
In springtime and at the end of the day

I would like to die. I would like to die.
Happy would the soul return to God
In springtime and at the end of the day
But when the storm rages
And the tempest
When the air becomes dark
When not a leaf remains on the branches
Then I would be afraid to die

I would like to die. I would like to die.
I would like to die when the sun sets
When the violets sleep on the meadow
Happy would the soul return to God
In springtime and at the end of the day

I would like to die. I would like to die.
Happy would the soul return to God
In springtime and at the end of the day
And at the end of the day

I would like to die. I would like to die.