I Girasoli (The Sunflowers)

A sound of bells leaves the tower
I Waking up every sunflower
I On its way down to the sea.
All the sunflowers look down
I At the sea, up at the sun:
I A red fire that seems to heat
The blue salty water beneath
The soul of humanity I Breathes through me
I When the waves of my body
I Wash over you like a sea
That at dawn in peace will be
What a concert of bells I In the route of the seagulls!
I As they leave the sea and fly home
Over the pink medieval dome
The seagulls fly in the sky I
Rocking the sunflowers
I With their lullaby
I As this love of ours Rocks us with its charms
I In each others arms