| TЂ™amo e tremo |
| Disse la donna |
| Al suo soldato |
| Che non tornava |
| La sua voce |
| Nel vento correva |
| Sopra la neve |
| Dove lui combatteva |
| Tremo e tЂ™amo |
| Disse e piangeva |
| Nel buio della sala |
| Qualcuno rideva |
| Per far torto alla paura |
| A questo amore che gia finiva |
| Il ricordo tradisce la mente |
| Il soldato non sente piu niente |
| DЂ™improvviso |
| Fu preso alle spalle |
| Dal suo nemico |
| Che strano parlava |
| Delle rose, del vino e di cose |
| Che unЂ™altra vita gli prometteva |
| Ma quante spose |
| La guerra toglieva |
| Dalle bracia della prima sera |
| Tremo e ho freddo |
| Disse il soldato |
| Al suo nemico che lo guardava |
| La sua voce nel vento restava |
| Sulla platea che muta ascoltava |
| I love you and IЂ™m trembling |
| Said the woman |
| To her soldier |
| Who wouldnЂ™t be coming back. |
| Her plaintive voice |
| Was carried by the wind |
| Across the chilling snow |
| To where her soldier fought |
| IЂ™m trembling and I love you |
| She whispered as she cried |
| And in the darkness of the room |
| Somebody laughed |
| In conquest of the fear |
| That this love was about to end |
| But sweet memories can betray you |
| The soldier doesnЂ™t feel anything anymore |
| Suddenly |
| From behind |
| His enemy strikes |
| Who, stragely, was speaking |
| Of roses, of wine, of lifeЂ™s other joys |
| That were promised him in another life |
| Oh, how many brides |
| Will war take away |
| From that first nightЂ™s warm embrace |
| IЂ™m trembling and IЂ™m cold |
| Said the soldier |
| To his enemy, just like himself |
| His voice hung motionless in the wind |
| Heard by the silent audience of those that fell before him |