Amico di Ieri

Autumn wind soaked in sand
You laid your breeze on the town,
The desert is your cradle
I don’t know your age.

You carry the memory of ancient pioneers
Driven by a dream of freedom.
You scattered their songs
You led them to the sea
To a new reality.

Autumn wind, friend from yesterday,
Today no one cares about you
Your voice that rises
Disturbs the sleep of those resting
Just dirties the town.