I often stand in front of my bay window
Of the Tyrrhenian Sea the sight behold
Over that green water I take flight
Gliding on the wings of my own thought
Of Stromboli I see the dark smoke rise
Embracing the grey clouds that are passing by
Through the alleys of my memory I meander
No longer I feel the beat of my own heart
Beckons the past, the present makes demands
Illusions become naked to the eye
Night dreams evaporate in soupy fog
When by the morning sun it is dispersed
The green of the sea calls from afar
The vastness through oblivion offers peace
I would love to go, but fear restrains
The land holds back my will and my desire
Pierced by sorrow, my heart is loath to follow
The noble flight of my restless mind
In front of my bay window I remain,
In the infinite my thought wanders in vain