From a fascist commander who is deeply in love with you,

O Feliciano, O Feliciano

Pretty, o my lily.

In the night, with my white rhyme flows.

And I did hope to dream a sea of white lily.

Would glow.

But all-embracing me was white night, white pain.

Throbbing.

With rain on your cheeks; dancing with your freckles.

O I learn to sing the song you love to sing.

Bella Ciao, Bella Ciao ciao ciao; by the white lily.

I sing humbly; you've never been that timid. Strangely humming.

Messerschmitt has her hymn, and Panzer has it hymn too.

Whispering.

And my hymn is you.

I hold the gun, but I hope to hold lily.

I hold commands, but I hope to hold verses. On my lips and yours.

Beyond boundaries.

I hold sorrow, but I hope to hold you.

O good grief my Fatherland order!

These.are.the words of one who climbing to the light. To the Garden of Eden.

Hope things are going to be fine.

To my Italian, a partisan.

To my lily, a lily that will never be languishing.

You're my most gorgeous secret.

Wishing.

"Heil Hitler, Heil, Mein Führer"

But that's not what I wish now, Feliciano.

To my love and tears.

My dearest foe.

I dream a dream I truly awake,

Once again, like the days I was in Venice.

And I can see blue sky.

And I can sing up my heartbeats.

Again, like when I can't hear my own marched feet because you were there.

O, with our memory.

Again.

And I can see you and me.

And will the dream come true, or had I sell it to the war?

For you,

Will I ever had a chance to effuse these blood vessels and veins,

To fill your mind a sea of lily with all the affection I've been through?

And The Lord shall throw the dice,

"Will we ever meet again?"

And I keep my deal to decide.

To fulfil my promise to you;

To be alive.

And there'll be a sea of white lily by your windows when I come back,

Swinging with my move.

O my lily

I would die for you.

O my Italian, my blessing gift.

And I would live for you.

O promise

To the only lily that rises in Calvary.

My Italian,

My glory,

To my Feliciano.