Adiós Nonino

From a twinkling star
It will signal me to come
For a light of eternity
When it calls me, I will go
To ask about that child
That you lost with his death
That with Nonino, I lost
When it tells me, come here
I will be reborn, because

I am! The root, of the country
That he kneaded with his clay
I am! Blood and skin, of that Italian
Who gave me his seed
Goodbye Nonino, how long without you
Will be the road
Pain, sadness, the table and the bread!
And my goodbye oh! My goodbye
To your love, your tobacco, your wine
Who? Without mercy, took half of me
When taking you Nonino
Maybe one day, I also looking back
Like you, say goodbye it's over!

And today my old Nonino is a plant
It is the light, it is the wind and it is the river
This torrent of mine supplants it
Prolonging in my being, its challenge
I succeed in his blood, I guess it
And I sense in my voice, his own echo
This voice that once, sounded hollow to me
When I said goodbye goodbye Nonino

I am! The root, of the country
That he kneaded with his clay
I am! Blood and skin
Of that Italian
Who gave me his seed
Goodbye Nonino you left your Sun
In my destiny
Your fearless ardor, your creed of love
And that eagerness oh! Your eagerness
To sow hope along the way
I am your honeycomb and this drop of salt
That cries for you today Nonino
Maybe the day my string is cut
I will see you and know that there is no end