Che differenza c'è [English translation]

How do you know that I was thinking of you now

How do you know I do not do else for a while

In the deeper silence and in every moment

I would need you a lot...

The most beautiful season is the love, you know it

And I like to remember it with you

You who do not know now...you who do not exist now...

Sitting here to listen it with me...

Sitting here to listen it with me...

I have already cried for you, you have already cired for me....thousand nights

and thousand nights more...to speak of you...To search in you...

a imagine

it is the love that matters....and not this shame that I have

for not to forget

In a day like that..., I would not know even where to hide

what is the difference...between loving and harming oneself...

what is the difference...

what is the difference....what is the difference...between loving and harming oneself

what is the difference...

How do you know that I was waiting now....

how do you know that I do not do else for a while

when the wind speaks to me, when the void is tormented

I would still need you

seasons...from here...I have felt them to pass

I who have been able to watch the time

there is nothing that runs...without never devastating

there is not an heart that will not die

I have already cried for you... you have already cired for me....thousand nights

and thousand nights more...to speak of you...To search in you...

a imagine

it is the love that matters....and not this shame that I have

for not to forget

In a day like that... I would not know even where to hide

what is the difference...between loving and harming oneself what is the difference

what is the difference