Caro Papà

Dear dad, I write to you and my hand
almost trembles, do you understand.
It's been many days since you've been away from me
and where you live, you no longer say.

The tears that wet my face
are tears of pride, believe me.
I see you open a beautiful smile
while you hold me tight in your arms.

I also fight,
I also fight my war.
With faith, with honor and discipline
I hope my land bears fruit.

And I tend the little garden every morning,
the war garden.
And I pray to God
to watch over you, my dear dad.

Dear dad, in every word of yours
a creed is released that is never forgotten.
A flame of love for the homeland that comforts,
just as you taught me to love it.

So, the things I learned from you,
I hold them tightly in my heart
and today, like you, I am a soldier,
I believe your creed with the same love.

I also fight,
I also fight my war.
With faith, with honor and discipline
I hope my land bears fruit.

And I tend the little garden every morning,
the war garden.
And I pray to God
to watch over you, my dear dad.

We will win the war
and I pray to God
to watch over you, my dear dad.
My dear dad!