Libertà [English translation]

It’s raining on these buildings darkened by the rain,

[It’s raining] on my house’s wet walls,

The air smells of wet all around1.

Who am I,

Me, who's walking amidst the road

Speaking of freedom?

It is sleeping restlessly

-- the remembrance to which I'm no more thinking about.

How come that now I’m crying

Thinking on the time passing by:

I’m walking amidst the road

Speaking of freedom…

1. Scientifically speaking, petrichor.

• Artist:Pino Daniele
• Album:Terra Mia (1977)