Gentle and strong land
Whose holy blossoming
And enchanted spring
Fall to the lot of divine nature
In the ever golden Abruzzo.
From the sea to the mountains
The eager and ready honeycombs
Loaded with nectar
Abound in the beehive
The joy of beekeepers.
Scarlet and generous
Perfumed in May
In the watering places of the fields
Portentous Sulla*
Of beautiful
Abruzzo in bloom.
Mother-of-pearl flowers
Surrounded by flights
Of visiting bees
Gathered in the pannier
The rich Millefiore.
From the hearts of the green
parks
From the Century-old trees
Out of there diffuse
Healthy essences
The honey of love.
Intoxicating aromas
From the sought after bear
Overflowing spring
Of renowned Abruzzo
The honey of love.