Gift From Western Winds

When Zefiro dances, taking Flora by the hand

Spring comes to visit, turning the Tirenno azure


The bustle of the crowded port, the ships arriving

Tells the end of a melancholy winter

That young man walking around the harbor with colored cheeks

Is probably going home to his love

A gentle breeze blows from the west

Filling the sky serenely

The fish awaken after a long slumber

And softly poke their faces out from between the waves

When Zefiro whispers words of love to Flora

Spring comes to visit, turning the flower buds pink

The bustle of the crowded port, steam whistles flood the harbor

She faces a far-off land, holding on to hope and worry

Her eyes on the earth

But still she does not see the return of the sailor

The Western wind and flowers turn to face a new city

And the swallow delights in the new season

Singing