Il mondo piange [English translation]

In the air there is something that,

I don't know how, turns the soul into gold

And confettis of light fall

That shine for us,

Holy love, oh, love in me

But the world cries

I would like to know why

The world cries

I would like to understand why

The world cries

In the air there's a scent of Sunday

In my days, butterflies, melancholies

That fly from rain into tears for us,

You know, holy love, love in me

But the world cries

I would like to know why

The world cries

I would like to understand why

The world cries

I don't understand why

What sound it makes, what beautiful sound it makes

The holy love, the love in me

But the world cries

I would like to know why

The world cries

I don't understand why the world cries

• Artist:Irene Fornaciari
• Album:Irene Fornaciari