Strade Parallele [Aria Siciliana] [English translation]

Parallel roads

Windy Sunday of sirocco

Outside you can not stand

To cool the room

I Let open the window like a lane (halfclose the window)

And I'm going to rest

The same air with his power melts my thoughts

The heart flies in the shade if you take form and present

I can not stand

The sun comes hours in the sea

and make love

There is something bigger

you are the true source

that satisfies the sentiments

The same air with his heat grows and haunts me

The heart flies feeling of splashing water fountain

In my small garden I like being alone

The same air with his heat grows and haunts me

The heart flies feeling of splashing water fountain

In my small garden I like being alone

I like to stay alone