Va pensiero sull'ali dorate
Cross the mountains and fly over the oceans
Reach the land find the place where all children grow
Every night after listening to this lullaby.
There you find the heroes alive protecting the innocents
Bless them all 'cause their simple song is so pure and wonderful.
Va pensiero sull'ali dorate
l'aure dolci del suolo natal!
Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
perché muta dal salice pendi?
Lead them back to the light
back to the light
Where they once used to belong
Where they carry me children as long as they want.
Va´, pensiero sull'ali dorate
Va', pensiero, sull'ali dorate.
Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui coll,
Reach the land find the place where all children grow
Every night after listening to this lullaby
Every night after listening to this lullaby.
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