The white-dressed aurora
Already the door opens to the great sun;
Already with his rosy fingers
Carezza de 'fiori the stuol!
Touched by an arcane quiver
Around the created already par;
And you did not give up, and in vain
I am here painful to sing.
Put your white dress too
And open the door to your cantor!
Where you are not, the light is missing;
Where you are, love is born.
Touched by an arcane quiver
Around the created already par;
And you did not give up, and in vain
I am here painful to sing.
Where you are not, the light is missing;
Where you are, love is born.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)