take the bread away from me, if you want, take the air away from me, but dont take away your laughter from me.

dont take away the rose, the spear you bleed, the water that soon burst in your joy, the sudden wave of silver that is born.

my struggle is hard and i come back with tired eyes sometimes of having seen that the earth does not change, but when i enter in your laughter it goes out to the heaven searching me and opens for me all the doors of life.

my love, in the darkest hour flails your laughter, and if suddenly you see that my blood stains the stones of the street, laugh, because your laughter will be for my hands like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in Autumn, your laughter must rise her waterfall of foam, and in spring, love, i want to see your laughter as the flower i expected, the blue flower, the rose of my sonorous fatherland.

Laugh of the night, of the day, of the moon, laugh of the twisted streets of the island, laugh of this blundering lad that loves you, but when i open the eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps come back, deny me the bread, the air, the light, the spring, but never your laughter because i would die.