Anche se il domani è arido di promesse Nulla deve anticipare il mio ritorno Per diventare la rugiada che disseta la terra Per risparmiare le sabbie, i mari, i cieli Offro te questo sacrificio silenzioso
Even if tomorrow is dry of promisesNothing shall forestall my returnTo become the dew that drenches the landTo save the sands, the seas, skiesI offer you this silent sacrifice
Even if the morrow is barren of promises Nothing should anticipate my return To become the dew that quenches the land To spare the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice
Even if the tomorrow is barren of promises Nothing must anticipate my return to become the dew that quenches thirst the earth to save the sands, the seas, the skies I offer thee this silent sacrifice