Io Canto

The fog that settles in the morning
The stones of a hill path
The falcon that will rise
The first ray that will come
The snow that will melt running to the sea

The imprint of a head on the pillow
The slow and uncertain steps of a child
The look of serenity
The hand that will reach out
The joy of those who will wait
For this and what will come...

...I sing
With hands in pockets I sing
With a festive voice I sing
With the band in my head I sing
I run in the wind and sing
I sing my whole life
I sing of spring
I sing my prayer
For those who will listen
I want to sing
always sing

The smell of coffee in the kitchen
The house full of morning
And the elevator that doesn't work
The love for my city
The people who will smile along the road

The branches intertwining in the sky
An old man walking all alone
The summer that will pass
The wheat that will ripen
The hand that will pick it
For this and what will come...

...I sing
With hands in pockets I sing
With a festive voice I sing
With the band in my head I sing
I run in the wind and sing
I sing my whole life
I sing of spring
I sing of the last evening
For those who will listen
I want to sing
always sing
sing

(sing)
With hands in pockets
(sing)
With a festive voice I sing
(sing)
I sing my whole life
I run in the wind and sing
I sing
I sing my whole life

I sing, for those who will listen

(for those who will listen)

For those who will listen