Mistico Mediterraneo

Figliolu d’ella
Sì figliolu di meiu
Stampu di dicca ch’o infattai
Vindimiendu l’oriente infucialatu
O tempu beatu

Figliolu d’ella
Sì figliolu di meiu
In le bracce di ogni vuciata
In l’ochji d’ogni aspittera
O tempu di macera

Figliolu d’ella
Sì figliolu di meiu
Ragiu tepidognu inciartatu
Frà l’arrivinte di u sole
O tempu di fole

Figliolu d’ella
Sì figliolu di meiu
Quand’ellu scaglia marzu
In boccamanzuli d’erbavinca
O tempu chì trinca

Because you are her son
You are mine as well
Imprint of luck that I have found
In the East of your neck
On the hour of Spirit’s rejoicing

Because you are her son
You are mine as well
In the arms of every voice
In the eyes of every expectation
At the time our houses became empty

Because you are her son
You are mine as well
Like a kind ray
Between the detours of the sun
At the time our stories develop

Because you are her son
You are mine as well
When March is exhausterd
And sinks in the hole of a periwinkle
At  the time that time itself gets lost