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