Here is my rough English-language version of the lyrics, based upon a translation of the Corsican into French:
Dream
I dream of those lips
of that soft pure voice
Above all, I remember you
And that night beside you
I dream, I weep in sorrow
In my heart, spring has gone
In my life, I await tomorrow
Kneeling, gazing at the sea
I shared the world with you
But you did not wish to join me
I would have sung in victory
Far away from you, I still find you
close to me, and I dream of you
I would have sung, it was your song
The song of you and me
I am so weary now that
I ask the heavens to let me die
on a summit, where I would be facing you
where I would awake from this dream
If you die, then take me with you
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