I am cold, the sky shows me its icy fist
I run breathless in the moribund alleys
A hedge of cypress rises under the wind
As if to greet my passage in a gust of wind

The earth is dead and littered with dead bottles
You are my most beautiful love story
Even if you never knew anything about it
I’m waiting for you at the Amerigo Vespucci airport

I’m here, leaning against an advertising sign
Still soaked in the memory of your face
The deep red chianti of my lips
Still trembles when I hear your name

I am here, alone on the terrace of the Ristoro
At the castello di Ama, I hear your voice
It resounds in my consciousness
Like the echo of a splendid sun

And the hills of Chianti
Offer themselves like luxury prostitutes
To the luminous whims of August
I wait for your shadow in a castle hidden by the clouds

You see my love, the night is interrupted
To let us bathe in the twilight
In the river that divides Florence
At the end of this steep path

It sinks into the reds and golds of the evening
The wind blows on the vines your name
I bought a dagger set in silver
I will tear the ochre curtain of the evening

I will slash a path of light to your deaf heart
You see! A child plays soccer
An old man lights a cigarette
The sky blows embers on our eyes

I’ll sleep in the abbey
To pray, joining our two names
In my prayers like two hands entwined
The walls of the city of Lucca

Are the white lace on the night
The Roman theater of Fiesole
Still boasts its history
It plunges its face in the trees

Which gods still listen to me?
I tell you that my fate is done
Between the olive trees of Tuscany
Like dice that are loaded and tired

Like the rain that does not fall
I wait for you on top of one of the towers of San Gimignano
I spy your shadow hidden between the trees
I will wait for you until it snows

On the hills of Tuscany