Maledetta primavera [English translation]

Feeling like holding you and then

White wine, flowers and old songs

And we laughed at ourselves

What a swindle, damn springtime

What's left of an erotic dream if

when you wake it has become a poem

if at empty hands from you

I don’t know how to act any more

as if it wasn’t love

If by mistake

I close my eyes and think of you

If to fall in love again

you will return damn springtime

What a swindle if

an hour is enough to fall in love

What hurry was there damn Springtime?

What hurry was there if only hurts me?

What is left inside me

of caresses that don't touch the heart

of stars there is only one

That can give me

The measure of love

If by mistake

You close your eyes and think of me

If to fall in love again

you will return damn springtime

Who cares if

an hour is enough to fall in love

What hurry was there, damn springtime?

What hurry was there damned just like me...