Blessed is the soft and gloomy winter sun,
boyfriend of the mountain, which is united in the tender
rumor of the fresh river.
Ancient songbook owner of the plain,
who loves the green fronds, as Gioconda’s lips
love sweetness .

Mischievous winter sun,
rival of the wheat fields for your blonde beauty,
say: Do you make yourself a rainbow to kiss yourself
when singing about the rain?