From above the Chianti hills,
the shade of the clouds scatter through the end of the horizon,
seems far beyond the imaginable perpetuity
the greatest scent of the earth is felt
my heart is real
Down the deep, hidden valleys of Greve,
the mid-summer sun so glaring it burns the envious passing minds
Here, spirit is bigger than life,
and life is no greater than the proud giving vines
my soul is filled
Under the vast Tuscan sky,
where the harmonious impressions end only at eternity;
Touched by the love and gracious simplicity
For I have lived to taste the fondest essence of Riseccoli,
my untamed heart is tamed
