The crowded streets..., people around me
talk to me and laugh and know nothing of you.
I see around me those who pass by and leave
but I know that the city
will appear empty to me if you do not come back.
There is the one who, every evening, wants me next to him,
but I do not care if he will give me his kisses.
I think always of you, only of you
and know that the city
will appear empty to me if you do not come back.
How can you still go on living alone without me.
Don't you feel that our love did not end?
The empty streets, always more deserted.
I read your name everywhere around me.
Come back to me, my love, and the city will no longer be empty,
and I will live with you (the rest of) all my days,
all of my days, all of my days.