The music takes off, bright, unreal,
Present, both sweet and solemn.

The violin sings her infinite sadness
With tunes sumptuous with nostalgia.

The sea rolls its waves azure and gold,
In the light of honey, at the end of the summer.

Tunes bass and treble of nostalgia
Resonate on the lagoon, on the city, for the life,
Vibrate in the city out of the water, unreal,
With its bridges, palaces while lace.

The musician, standing so alone in this setting
Wonderfully decadent despite its gold,
Plays with all his heart, with all his soul. His archer
Dance on the strings with the notes, but
His youth ran away, forever, in sound
Melodious and melancholy of his violin.

The musician plays his love for future
That he expects, he hopes, in the making.