Salvatore Raffa

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush;

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight,

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die

Non piangete per me

Perche’ vi guardo

Sempre dal Cielo.

Vi ho amato sempre

Quando ero con voi.

Adesso, vi amo ancora

Ed io prego sempre

Per voi e vi aspetto

Accanto a Gesu’.