There are days (sic?) when I don’t sleep and think of you,
I remain locked inside the house with silence as a friend,
while the snow behind the window panes falls down,
I’m waiting for you, here, close to the fire.
This winter there is something that’s not right,
there’s no Christmas for the first time in life,
and yet it was only a year ago,
let’s hope that it’s not over.
How I would like, how I would like, my love,
how I would like that you loved me the way I want you to,
that this evening, too sad and too repetitive,
wouldn’t any longer be without you.
How I would like, how I would like, my love,
how I would like that this love that is leaving
wouldn’t melt the way snow exposed to the sun does,
without words.
I should understand you when I see you going away
and not love you when you don’t want to be loved,
without falling in a new jealousy
that only you make me feel.
How I would like, how I would like, my love,
how I would like that you loved me the way I want you to,
that this evening, too sad and too repetitive,
wouldn’t any longer be without you.
How I would like, how I would like, my love,
how I would like that this love that is leaving
wouldn’t melt the way snow exposed to the sun does,
without words.
And this time another woman will not come
to erase your impression on the pillow.
I even asked the moon and it’s not interested,
it doesn’t want to stay close to me.