Il primo bacio sulla luna [English translation]

It's strange what some man do, when they leave Paris or Madrid, when before they leave, instead of tears they spill money to buy souvenirs,

I'm going to make two thousend kilometers and I feel like this:

It could be the night or it could be the desert, but i miss you.

I'm shaking but i know you're with me...

The Earth from the moon is so beautiful, it's so round, it looks just like a souvenir,

the one you Buy in Paris when you think "i would live like this"...

I've already made a lot of kilometers in the world and i know what's over the limit,

the same things even of they are new will turn and return to you...

My friend, what is nostalgy ?

In my heart, the abyss.

Around me, the eternity.

It's useless to try to understand it.

It's useless to try to grab this moon if in my heart there is a soul.

Around me, the eternity!

In my heart there is the soul,

what is there around me?

Close your eyes and Kiss me

Kiss me, kiss me

Kiss me like that...

Kiss me like that...