#versigiusti (part 3 of 4) (Giuseppe Giusti. Published and unpublished verses. Florence, Felice Le Monnier, 1852.)

What does Your Excellency want? The piece is beautiful,
    Then ours, and then played as it goes;
    And with the art in between, and with the mind
    Given to art, the obligations are cast away.
    But once it ceased, inside, so beautifully
    I returned to being, as one knows;
    When here you are, to deal me another blow,
    From those mouths that seemed like dormice,

A slow slow German hymn
    For the sacred air to God moved its feathers:
    It was a prayer, and it seemed to me like a lament,
    Of a grave, feeble, solemn sound,
    Such that I still feel it in my soul:
    And I wonder that in those fabrics,
    In those exotic wooden puppets,
    Harmony could reach that extent.

I felt in the hymn the bitter sweetness
    Of songs heard as a child: the heart
    That learns it from the domestic voice,
    Repeats them to us in days of sorrow:
    A sad thought of the dear mother,
    A longing for peace and love,
    A dread of distant exile,
    That made me go into raptures. Falco - Der Kommissar (Official Video)