Here, where I stay,
on this ground that I lay on,
wake of all times agony
might never lead me home again.
From the mountains high,
through the streams of vivid light,
here I go again,
it's morning again.
Deliver me from subterranean,
and carry me to the sea.
Mediterranean, morning Moons,
and evening Suns,
all the heralds of our love.
Will we ever be one again,
or this tragedy has reached its end?
Skies are heavy, it's getting dark.
From the mountains high,
through the streams of vivid light,
here I go again,
it's morning again.
Not of this Earth, nor the skies.
Né dal mondo, ne dal ciel.