Today, my thoughts turned to you and Mom,
with your tenderness and a few more wrinkles
Words midicevi preserved in my heart
What are your words of love for my mother,
that you have given me all the attention of the world
of me grew up without me miss anything
sometimes even when you were indificoltà
you bereft you something to give it to me.
Today I would like my eyes saw thee as before, but
not: This time no one can camp.
Today my tears fall to the ground evaporates in the sky
turning into a rose in May: For you mom
You are always the most bella.Un sunbeam enters your window ajar
Brighten your curls and a Griggi small
you smile emerges on his face furrowed by a life suffered .
Tu Mama you can not rejoice in the dawn song of the nightingale
garden and the sunset, but I'll be there beside you and will be for you the dawn
L’usignolo e il tramont o.
