The children laugh and play,
Singing songs, playing soldiers
In and around the pines
That grow in the Borghese Gardens.
Such enjoyment and fun
That can transform you into thoughts,
Thoughts of the Fountain of Valle Giulia.
Dawn breaking through the dark of night,
The cattle walking slowly by the water
Towards the Chapel, so deserted ,
But always having the Pines,
The Pines for friends
Always there, looking over, protecting,
Protecting all below them