Il Nevare

White clouds
In the opaque blue sky
From above they look
At the fields with the plow
It's not a spite, no
Not to wet the earth
But maybe even in the sky there's
A little war
And what do you do? And what do you do?
And what do you do?

I saw a cloud
Of black birds
Strange creatures
With human eyes
Looking for a field
With some wheat
For long months
They will search in vain
And what do you do? And what do you do?
And what do you do?
Heavy fires
Fell that day
They wet my eyes
Lost in the light
Lost in the effort
To understand to see
How much pure joy
From a simple snowfall
Something in the snow
A little hut
White and lonely
Perhaps abandoned
Far away a bell tower
Recalled a prayer
On the roofs ancient shadows
Celebrated the evening