Andrea Doria [English translation]

At times it seemed that believing too much

In all we thought to be very right, would

Bring us the whole world and even some more:

We'd make forest out of deserts

And diamonds out of pieces of glass.

But now I see

That your smile

Looks different

Almost as if it's hurting you

I'd rather not see you like that

I want your old pulse back.

What you have is solely yours

And run away is not worth it

And cease from feeling it all.

At times improvising seemed quite enough

And then the world would be an open book,

Till the day came when we tried to have more than it

Effortlessly retailing what was priceless.

I know - nothing makes sense.

I want someone with whom to talk,

Someone that later on won't use my words

against me.

Nothing else harm will do me

I got used already

With wrong followed road

And with my own rules.

I have what's left

And I'm more than lucky

As I know you have it too.