Io canto [English translation]

The fog that is laying in the morning

the stones of a track

on a hill

the hawk that will soar up

the first ray that will come

the snow that will melt

running towards the sea

The imprint of a head on the pillow

the slow and uncertain passes

of a baby

the look of serenity

the hand that will be stretched

the joy of whom will wait

for this and that that will come

I sing

hands in my pocket and (I) sing

voice in the party and (I) sing

bandana on my head and (I) sing

I run in the wind and (I) sing

the entire life and (I) sing

the spring and (I) sing

my prayer and (I) sing

for who will listen to me

I want to sing

always sing

The smell of coffee in the kitchen

the house full of morning

and the elevator that doesn't work

the love for my city

the people that will smile

along the street

The branches that intertwine in the sky

an old man that walks all alone

the summer that will eventually pass

the wheat that will mature

the hand that will gather it

for this and that, that will come

I sing

hands in my pocket and (I) sing

voice in the party and (I) sing

bandana on my head and (I) sing

I run in the wind and (I) sing

the entire life and (I) sing

the spring and (I) sing

the last night and I sing

for who will listen to me

I want to sing

always sing

to sing...

I sing

hands in my pocket and (I) sing

voice in the party and (I) sing

bandana on the head and (I) sing

the entire life (I) sing

I run in the wind and (I) sing

I sing

the entire life and (I) sing

I sing

for who will listen to me

• Artist:Riccardo Cocciante
• Album:...e io canto (1979)