Blue is blue, the water of the sea.
Blue, even bluer, when you are here.
Blue is blue, the air in the sky
but if you are not here, it is never clear.
In summer, the sun is very hot
but if you are not here, you become pale.
Lukewarm and lukewarm because
there is only one sun
that has no sunset—
you are that sun for me.
Blue is blue, the water of the sea.
Blue, even bluer, when you are here.
Blue is blue, the air in the sky
but if you are not here, it is never clear.
If when in the sky there are clouds
and you're not here with me, it's all cloudy—
cloudy, cloudier, because
there is only one sky
without a thunderstorm—
you are that sky for me.
Blue is blue, the water of the sea.
Blue, even bluer, when you are here.
Blue is blue, the air in the sky
but if you are not here, it is never clear—
it is never clear—
it is never clear—
it is never clear...