Gocce di mare [English translation]

It is futile to think about days long gone by—

about the happier days lived among us.

It is futile to lie—it is futile to suffer—

for those who can no longer say: I love you.

Drops of the ocean were her eyes

and I left behind my life—

there is nothing left, not even a word, a word—

the nod of a greeting—a gesture of the hand—

and already she was gone.

Drops of the ocean live in my eyes—

I remember you as if you were here.

But it is futile to think of finding ourselves again—

there is nothing left—drops of the ocean.

But it is futile to think of finding ourselves again—

there is nothing left—drops of the ocean.