Primavera [English translation]

And I'll draw valleys across your body,

plugging it like it was ground,

I'll erase those marks,

from your last war.

And I'll burn with fire

this bad weed of yours,

and I will make you, with water,

more fertile and more alive.

And I'll pray for the sun

to dry up these tears,

and I'll pray for time

to heal your wounds.

Then I'll build a greenhouse

around your smile,

I will make out of your life

another heaven.

I will be your farmer

ad you will be my ground,

I'll fight with the wind

to not carry you away from me.

Then I'll sprinkle my seeds

in your green valley

ad we will wait together

for Spring to come,

for Spring to come.

• Artist:Riccardo Cocciante
• Album:Concerto per Margherita (1976)