Chitarra suona più piano [English translation]

Guitar, play more softly,

someone (else) might be listening,

only she needs to understand,

she alone must know

that I'm talking about love.

Crickets are singing in the wheat field,

and a sparrow on the branch,

no one is sleeping this evening,

not even she who at this hour,

is hugging the pillow and is sighing.

The still moon in the sky,

the firefly on the apple tree,

guitar of mine, play softer,

even if uncertain is the hand,

play guitar, because it is the hour.

The hour to give her all the love I have in my heart,

to say goodbye to her forever or to forgive

and to love her as no other man can do it.

It's the hour to breathe a breath of pure air.

A field is green when it is springtime.

The sun is warm and then the evening comes, for us.

The night smells of hay,

I sleep on her breast.

God, how her heart is beating!

People are dreaming at this hour,

sleep guitar, because it's is the hour.

The hour to give her all the love I have in my heart,

to say goodbye to her forever or to forgive

and to love her as no other man can do it.

It's the hour to breathe a breath of pure air.

A field is green when it is springtime.

The sun is warm and then the evening comes.

The hour....