Di' Tu Se Fedele

Tell me if you're faithful
the waves await me,
if wet with tears
the beloved woman
saying goodbye
going against my love,
going against my love.

With torn sails
in the stormy soul,
I break the furrows
of the fatal wave,
challenging angrily
hell and heaven,
challenging angrily
hell and heaven.

Promptly explore,
Divine the events:
the lightning cannot,
the rage of the winds,
death, love
cannot sway me from the sea.

Death, love
cannot sway me from the sea.
Death, love
cannot sway me from the sea.

The lightning cannot,
the rage of the winds,
death, love
cannot sway him from the sea.

On the agile prow
that stirs in my lap,
if shaken awake
by the whistles of the storm,
I repeat amid thunders,
I repeat amid thunders
the sweet songs,
the sweet songs -

The sweet songs
of the native roof,
that remember the kisses
of the last goodbye,
ignite in all
the strength of the heart,
ignite in all
the strength of the heart.

Come on, then, let your prophecy resound,
Tell what can arise
from fate whatever it may be,
in our souls
terror does not enter.

Terror does not enter!
In our souls
terror does not enter.
In our souls
terror does not enter.

In our souls
terror does not enter.

In our souls
terror does not enter!