The dawn of white man dressed Already the uscio dischiude to the large one sol; Already with rose-colored the its fingers Caress de' flowers the stuol! Affected from mysterious fremito Around the created one already par; And you do not arouse to you, and invano I am myself here hurting to sing. You put also it garment white woman and schiudi the uscio to yours cantor! Where the six light does not lack; Where you six are born the amor. Where the six light does not lack; Where you six are born the amor.