L'ora del Campari
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The Hour of Campari
When at the end of a boring day
joy rises up in the heart,
everyone seeks the wondrous why
and asks in great surprise
where this true joy comes from.
Every crisis is really over,
maybe peace returns to the world!
No, believe me, it’s a deeper reason.
If from worries, old troubles,
you don’t hear news anymore,
if everyone smiles happily
and finds life beautiful,
if a mysterious reason
calls everyone to rejoice,
this is the unmatched hour,
this is the hour of Campari!
The sun shines in the festive sky,
or the ground is flooded with rain,
at this hour, in the heart awakens
the thought that everything is fine,
because joy, warm and red,
and the sun refuse us warmth,
Campari has bottled it up
so everyone repeats in their hearts:
If from worries, old troubles,
you don’t hear news anymore,
if everyone smiles happily
and finds life beautiful,
if a mysterious reason
calls everyone to rejoice,
this is the unmatched hour,
this is the hour of Campari!
When foreigners in a caravan,
from the mists of the northern lands
retrace their steps in Italian soil
in the warmth of the Italian sun,
they admire on the hills of Rome
new glories and eternal splendor,
but leaving flowers in Rome
with regret they repeat among themselves:
If from worries, old troubles,
you don’t hear news anymore,
if everyone smiles happily
and finds life beautiful,
if a mysterious reason
calls everyone to rejoice,
this is the unmatched hour,
this is the hour of Campari!
