From a scintillating starHe will signal me to comeBy a light of eternityWhen he calls me I will goTo ask him for that childThat I lost with his deathThat with nonino he wentWhen he tells me come hereI’ll be reborn… BecauseI am… ! The root of the countryThat modeled with its clayI am… ! Blood and skinOf that italian who gave me his seedGood-bye nonino… how long the roadWill be without youPain, sadness, the table and the bread… !And my good-bye… ay… ! My good-byeTo your love, your tobacco, your wineWho, without pity, took half of meWhen taking you nonino… ?Perhaps one day, I also looking backWill say as you, good-bye… No more bets… !And today my old nonino is a part of natureHe is the light, the wind, and the riverThis torrent within me replaces himExtending in me his challengeI perpetuate myself in his blood, I knowAnd anticipate in my voice, his own echoThis voice that once sounded hollow to meWhen I said good-bye… Good-bye noninoI am… ! The root of the countryThat modeled with its clayI am… ! Blood and skinOf that italian who gave me his seedGood-bye nonino… You left your sun in my destinyYour fearless ardor, your creed of loveAnd that eagerness… ah… ! Your eagernessFor seeding the road with hopeI am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlightThat today cries for you noninoPerhaps the day when my string is cutI will see you and I will know there is no end