Amore mi manchi [English translation]

The roses had already bloomed, winter was fading—

and I went away.

That day I recall that I still loved you

but I left you.

At first, you no longer knew whether to live or die.

But after a while

you returned to live again because no one is as much of an angel

as you are.

Our house was small but you kept it nice

just for me.

You lived alone and sad but you had hope

inside of you.

And the months now passed by and faded

more and more—

until that cloudless day that you found a letter

written by me.

Love, I miss you—wait if you wish.

Love, I miss you—wait if you wish.

Now it was a December day—now you no longer thought of me

when I returned.

I saw you near the tree and you smiled immediately

upon spotting me.

One word was enough for you to come back

into my arms.

But the next morning I said this to you and then

I went away.

Love, I miss you—but I will not return.

Love, I miss you—but I will never return.

The roses had already bloomed, winter was fading—

and I went away.

The swallows told me that, in that small house,

you are no longer there.

And it is I who no longer know whether to live or die

without you.

The roses are dead now—love, my love,

I will miss you.

And it is I who no longer know whether to live or die

without you.

The roses are dead now—love, my love,

I will miss you.