Fiore Di Mezzanotte [English translation]

Flowers, flowers of midnight

And with torn socks

You entered slowly, slowly

Flower, Santa Claus, down in the night

He has seen you and how many barrels

But he does not have what you have

It's raining, it's raining nearby in the field

And Santa Claus is very weary

Then, opening the window,

The eyes, the eyes of a hundred stars

They cry on your skin

You will stroke them

And how many skies chase themselves up the wall for you

And how many walls above reach for the street

And how many streets over there run far away

Away from him, but he doesn't have what you have

Flower, mom, you don't remember it

The war or the god of the winds

If they bring it by

And thunder rolls in a pool

And it goes in a carriage to grandpa

You won't believe us more

Siena, Siena did not go away

It is one step away from Tuscany

Confined with the pope

Alone, alone in the coach

And first that the evening comes

That he doesn't have what you have

And how many skies chase themselves up the wall for you

And how many walls above reach for the street

And how many streets over there run far away

And then far away, who knows if it wants to say go away

And then far away, who knows if it wants to say go away

Really far, but he doesn't have what you have

Flower, I see from here on the mountain

The bed of that creek

You seem to be wounded

Flowers, you never left

And the coach is empty

But Santa Claus does not know that

• Artist:Mario Castelnuovo
• Album:I Miei Primi Dieci Anni