ADIOS NONINO (EN INGLES)

ADIOS NONINO (EN INGLES)

	From a scintillating star
	he will signal me to come,
	by a light of eternity
	when he calls me I will go.
	To ask him for that child
	that I lost with his death,
	that with Nonino he went...
	When he tells me come here...
	I'll be reborn ... because...

	I am...! the root of the country
	that modeled with its clay,
	I am...! blood and skin,
	of that Italian who gave me his seed...
	Good-bye Nonino...how long the road
	will be without you

	Pain, sadness, the table and the bread...!
	and my good-bye...Ay...! my good-bye,
	to your love, your tobacco, your wine.
	Who, without pity, took half of me,
	when taking you Nonino....?
	Perhaps one day, I also looking back...
	will say as you, good-bye... no more bets...!

	And today my old Nonino is a part of nature.
	He is the light, the wind, and the river...
	this torrent within me replaces him,
	extending in me his challenge.
	I perpetuate myself in his blood, I know.
	And anticipate in my voice, his own echo.
	This voice that once sounded hollow to me
	when I said good-bye... Good-bye Nonino.

	I am...! the root of the country
	that modeled with its clay,
	I am...! blood and skin,
	of that Italian who gave me his seed...
	Good-bye Nonino... you left your sun in my destiny.
	your fearless ardor, your creed of love.
	And that eagerness...Ah..! your eagerness,
	for seeding the road with hope.
	I am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlight
	that today cries for you Nonino
	perhaps the day when my string is cut
	I will see you and I will know there is no end.