(Cont.d)Then, when you return to me, in your eyes
I’ll read the signs of their affection,
and a new hope will be born again
to end in their company my days.
If we were to go back all together,
Libertà, what a joy to look forward to.
Let’s be hopeful: “the world turns with the weather,”
maybe the dream will finally come true.
(Translated by Luigi Bonaffini)