Se mi sfiori [English translation]

Sometimes I realize

to love you again

I hide this as a sin

with the same looks that I had all the time

but there are waterfalls in my soul

made of usual melancholia and secret deserts

with the fire of you.

If you touch me with the moon

I fall off towards you

your arms, they are blue skies

to fly, to understand

to suffer, to forget ...

If you touch me like the wind

I remain to live with you

then you take me by the hand

where water has the taste of mountain

melted snow...it tastes like us.

From time to time I follow you

between the drops on the glasses

while you make yourself small, then you return clear

above the red light of a lighthouse

but my mind returns

where water has the taste of a fountain

where the day is born, beautiful,

with the fire of you ...

If you touch me with the moon

I fall off towards you

your arms, they are blue skies

to fly, to understand

to suffer, to forget ...

If you touch me like the wind

I remain to live with you

then you take me by the hand

where water has the taste of a mountain

melted snow...it tastes like us.