Rosa, the distance has been met
Now I can see what you have left
And still, the fields singe in the summer's night
The clouds, they ride upon the Sirocco, oh
But your mother's tears long dried away
Rosa, I ask yet most want to forget
Was it all worth it?
And did your heart break? oh
As if it was your choice to make
And your childrens' tears long dried away
Oh
Rosa, these arid hills call all our names
They say, "Vieni, vieni" oh
After the warm winds comes the rain
And what dies must bloom again
What dies must bloom again
Rosa, now I can see what you have left