La lupa e le stelle [English translation]

With the curiosity of a child,

When the smoke of the fire rose

Beyond the piles of straw and summer,

I rested my gaze on the river.

And the Redhead who calls the wolf

And the she-wolf, giving the gift of the lucky planet

And that smoke rose, rose up to the moon

Yes

Choose a star, take it

Choose the stars, don't lose them

But slowly, slowly we forget

And no longer light up.

Wolf. . .Wolf. . .

Choose a star, take it

Choose the stars, don't lose them

The she-wolf has had nine cubs

Each one different from her