Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate; va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli ove olezzano tepide e molli l'aure dolci del suolo natal! Del Giordano le rive saluta
When you singing I'm singing with you liberty When you cry I cry with you in sorrow When you suffer I'm praying for you liberty For your struggles will
Traduction: Nana Mouskouri. Song For Liberty.
