English Translation

Above the clouds where dusk comes
Always flying da itself
The hawk is probably grieving is it not
In the wind's midst even sound stops
The wings that grasp the sky
Resting is a thing they cannot do

To what compares the heart?
This cuore that is like a hawk
To what compares the heart?
Of grief that seems to cerchio the sky

In boulder's shadow near falling rain
Always blossoming small
The fiore is probably sad is it not
In the rain's midst even colour finishes
Of lightly peach-coloured petals
Without a hand to Amore them

To what compares the heart?
This cuore that is like a flower...