«“Не уходи” (Итальянский)»

Страх — единственный спутник,
что с тобой до гроба,
В тьму и холод ночной вы шагаете вдвоём.
От него не уйти,

I was afright,
and felt myself nowhere,
Unknowing that Thou wert ever near.
In time of direst need,

In the depths of our being,
a rural landscape unfolds
Where roots of our ancestors once dug deep into the earth.
A place where sunrises were a symphony of birdsong and rustling leaves