Letra de Eladia Blázquez
Música de Astor Piazzolla
From a scintillating star
he will signal me to come,
by a light of eternity
when he calls me I will go.
To ask him for that child
that I lost with his death,
that with Nonino he went…
When he tells me come here…
I’ll be reborn … because…
I am…! the root of the country
that modeled with its clay,
I am…! blood and skin,
of that Italian who gave me his seed…
Good-bye Nonino…how long the road
will be without you
Pain, sadness, the table and the bread…!
and my good-bye…Ay…! my good-bye,
to your love, your tobacco, your wine.
Who, without pity, took half of me,
when taking you Nonino….?
Perhaps one day, I also looking back…
will say as you, good-bye… no more bets…!
And today my old Nonino is a part of nature.
He is the light, the wind, and the river…
this torrent within me replaces him,
extending in me his challenge.
I perpetuate myself in his blood, I know.
And anticipate in my voice, his own echo.
This voice that once sounded hollow to me
when I said good-bye… Good-bye Nonino.
I am…! the root of the country
that modeled with its clay,
I am…! blood and skin,
of that Italian who gave me his seed…
Good-bye Nonino… you left your sun in my destiny.
your fearless ardor, your creed of love.
And that eagerness…Ah..! your eagerness,
for seeding the road with hope.
I am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlight
that today cries for you Nonino
perhaps the day when my string is cut
I will see you and I will know there is no end.
From a scintillating star
he will signal me to come,
by a light of eternity
when he calls me I will go.
To ask him for that child
that I lost with his death,
that with Nonino he went…
When he tells me come here…
I’ll be reborn … because…
I am…! the root of the country
that modeled with its clay,
I am…! blood and skin,
of that Italian who gave me his seed…
Good-bye Nonino…how long the road
will be without you
Pain, sadness, the table and the bread…!
and my good-bye…Ay…! my good-bye,
to your love, your tobacco, your wine.
Who, without pity, took half of me,
when taking you Nonino….?
Perhaps one day, I also looking back…
will say as you, good-bye… no more bets…!
And today my old Nonino is a part of nature.
He is the light, the wind, and the river…
this torrent within me replaces him,
extending in me his challenge.
I perpetuate myself in his blood, I know.
And anticipate in my voice, his own echo.
This voice that once sounded hollow to me
when I said good-bye… Good-bye Nonino.
I am…! the root of the country
that modeled with its clay,
I am…! blood and skin,
of that Italian who gave me his seed…
Good-bye Nonino… you left your sun in my destiny.
your fearless ardor, your creed of love.
And that eagerness…Ah..! your eagerness,
for seeding the road with hope.
I am your honeycomb and this drop of sunlight
that today cries for you Nonino
perhaps the day when my string is cut
I will see you and I will know there is no end.