Bellezza, incanto e nostalgia [English translation]

I will still not remember of those one hundred days

that, despite the headache, I stayed there.

Damn the storm and damn me.

Woken up in the night,

in the dark of the waiting.

My hopes navigated on the way

on that song's notes

written by the two of us,

reviving at the dawn a feeling

that I will not lose anymore.

I confuse good and bad, no more.

I confuse land and sea.

Greeting the gestures of a past

denied to the allergy

under the sheltered shadow of a boat

to say good-bye.

Everything that will be lulls me

soaked of melancholy.

Beauty, enchantment and nostalgia.

I lose myself in the hostility

that did not allow me to stay there

and forced me to say good-bye

And forced me to say good-bye

I closed the doors,

fears and thrill.

I sang louder

in order to stop you and have you here.

On the notes of your song

dedicated to me

that plays in your heart

in the past's cradle.

And we exposed each other to that flare

that, who knows, if I will see it again.

If only I would have more character and madness

now your voice would be still mine.

Everything that will be lulls me

soaked of melancholy.

Beauty, enchantment and nostalgia.

I lose myself in the hostility

that did not allow me to stay there

and forced me to say good-bye

And forced me to say good-bye

And you remember lighthouses and fire

and the sand that you will trample.

Tell me a lie but do not tell me that you will turn back.

I tell you passion's stories and already lost games.

Be sure to know, my love, that if I could I will not let you go.

Everything that will be lulls me

soaked of melancholy.

Beauty, enchantment and nostalgia.

I lose myself in the hostility

that did not allow me to stay there

and forced me to say good-bye.

And forced me to say good-bye.