Jazz [English translation]

Father, mother,

gold and mine,

open heart,

road and frontier,

how much to go,

a little normal,

jazz.

It will take its name

to be able to still talk,

sheer beauty,

art nouveau,

naturalness,

our life,

not construction,

jazz.

This sense of the future,

irredeemably with us,

the pressure on the wings,

keeps us in the air.

Chorus: (x2)

But this year, what will the sea-stars be like?

It takes more strength, and who knows if there will come

boat or swift

to cure us beside the dream from inside the heart

in the soul or from where it will be.

• Artist:Loredana Bertè
• Album:Jazz (1983)