Il canto della preistoria [English translation]

And now that we are here again,

Who knows if it will repeat again or not.

It rises up very softly

The breath in me,

Like a frail breeze

Moving the wind and you, [too].

And you open your eyes,

And you open wide - to me -

Impenetrable forests

And vast planes moving,

Waving, and I...

I'm the wind and you're my grass,

I - then - am the tempest,

And you - suddenlty - madness and we...

We're molecules,

Lost somewhere, who knows where?

Most vivid spring

Of eternity.

And you open your eyes,

And you drag me

Over inaccesible mountains,

And glaciers melt and their waters runs down -

Impetuous.

And blood sweetly flows back to the ardent soul.

And our bodies... [the soul] is lost,

And once again matter is dissolve, fused and we,

We are molecules

Lost somewhere, who knows where?

Most vivid spring

Of eternity.

• Artist:Il Volo (1974)
• Album:Il Volo