Si va tranquilli,
trasportandosi nei ricordi passati;
una voglia riaccesa, piu' che mai
sicura della dolce acoglienza
di queste pietre antiche
ricche di memorie,
trabocca l'amore
per questa citta,
il forte legame
che stringe piu' forte,
sempre aperta, riceve
riaprendo le sue porte.
Aspettami, Bergamo
Remember me
Remember me, said the cool moist dark earth,
soil, compost and grounding your senses;
Remember me, said the grey silver sky,
filled with the promise of brighter days;
Remember me, whispered the snowdrops
in the same grassy patch, each year greeting you
with gentle ringing of our bells, for you,
for all your children, and for everyone.
Thank you, thank you all for remembering me
I am grateful, I remember you, and as I greet you
your presence comforts me;
And so the plane tree, the hawthorn, the hazel and the willows,
the oaks and the cherry trees, they all carry a piece of me,
some of my moods and some of my body cells.
Our energy paths connected, marking the land,
the land I step on each day, grows and moves in cycles with me,
and all the ones who cross my paths and walk with me,
grow with me;
So we are this land, we are this earth
How can we even forget that?
Dark shadows of the not forgotten,
Past reflections that no longer serve.
Rid of them, be gone and cease creaping back
Bring light and may the fire transform, purify:
Then, sweet memories come to me:
Just glimpses,
Just glimpses.
