Gloria,1
you're missing in the air,
you're missing to a hand
that works slowly.
You're missing to this mouth
that no longer touches food.
It's always this story
that I call her Gloria.
Gloria, on your hips,
the sun rises in the morning,
hate enters and love comes out
with the name, Gloria.
Gloria,
you're missing in the air,
you're missing like the salt,
you're missing more than the sun.
Melt this snow,
that suffocates my chest!
I'm waiting for you, Gloria.
Gloria, (Gloria)
country church, (Gloria)
water in the desert, (Gloria)
I leave my heart open. (Gloria)
Escape without making noise
from work, from your bed.
By the steps of an altar
I'm waiting for you, Gloria.
........
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah,
Gloria,
for those who light up the day
and, instead of sleeping,
with the memory go back
to a plunge in the poppies
in a free land,
for those who breathe fog,
for those who breathe anger,
for me that without Gloria,
with you, naked on the sofa,
I'm making cardboard stars
thinking about Gloria.
Gloria,
you're missing in the air,
you're missing like the salt,
you're missing more than the sun.
Melt this snow,
that suffocates my chest!
I'm waiting for you, Gloria.
Gloria, (Gloria)
country church, (Gloria)
water in the desert, (Gloria)
I leave my heart open. (Gloria)
Escape without making noise
from work, from your bed.
By the steps of an altar
I'm waiting for you, Gloria.
1. In addition to the woman's nome Gloria, the Italian word "gloria" also translates as "glory"