Adiós Nonino

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.