Eppure è amore [English translation]

Phoning you but, if she picks up,

hanging up because you can't—

still

it's love.

Driving by your house to see if

the lights are on and you might come out—

still

it's love.

While you are

with her,

I am alone here, envious of every second more

that you give her.

I hate

her hands—

I hate that, at night,

you call her name.

I hate that

he deludes himself

that he is single

again.

You will find a minute for us tomorrow,

moments that you steal from her to give me—

still

it's love.

And my body is my fault:

I chose to make mistakes with you—

still

it's love.

While you are

with her,

I am alone here, envious of every second more

that you give her.

I hate

her hands—

I hate that, at night,

you call her name.

I hate that

he deludes himself

that he is single

again.

I hate

her hands—

I hate that, at night,

you call her name.

I hate that

he deludes himself

that he is single...