Angelo Sotgiu:
So many days that I [can't] sleep and think in you,
- jailed in house and (with) the silence as my buddy -
while the wind is calling in the glass,
I wait you here, ... go back with me ...
Angela Brambati:
In our story something there's that not goes well.
Not is the first discussion of our lifes,
but I wait here that return our train ...
(To me) come soon, ... mislaided nimbus ...
Duet:
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my little dove ?
Where you will be summer ardent, winter cold ?
Although the days be sorry and (so) bored,
don't-know what do, if aren't you ...
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my sweetheart ?
Where you will be night to night, day to day ?
Like the snow the spring sunburst waits,
My Love, you awaits ...
Angela Brambati:
And meanwhile you are, "where" ? why do•you "dissappear" ?
I'm waiting here (beside) the window sunny,
where are sleeping your caresses ... [Only], tell me:
Your well-spring, ... where are it flowing ?
Duet:
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my little dove ?
Where you will be summer ardent, winter cold ?
Although the days be sorry and (so) bored,
don't-know what do, if aren't you ...
Where you will be ? Where you will be, my sweetheart ?
Where you will be night to night, day to day ?
Like the snow the spring sunburst waits,
My Love, you awaits ...
Angelo Sotgiu:
And I promess this time there not will be female,
to rub-out your own traces in my cushion...
I find The Moon and I don't see it appear,
because sans you, ... The Moon is nothing ...