Il primo giorno di primavera [English translation]

It's almost daylight by now

and I have in my arms

only the memory of you

but it's late, I have to run,

there is no time for crying.

I get on a bus.

While I look at the people

I wonder why

they seem to me like so many clouds

that hide you.

It's the first day of spring

but, for me, it's just the day

that I lost you.

Here in the midst of the traffic,

there is a bit of green

and I ask myself why,

while a primrose is sprouting,

I'm dying for you.

It's the first day of spring

but, for me, it's just the day

that I lost you.

While a primrose is sprouting,

I'm dying for you, for you.