L'avventura [English translation]

When there isn't compassion

or even a gesture of help,

what do we think of life

and of those who we love?

Who thinks for himself is free

And, being free is such a serious thing

You can't close your eyes

You can't look back

Without learning something for the future

I ran to my hideout

I looked out of the window

The sun is only one

But, who knows, there are two mornings

You don't need to come over

If you won't stay

for at least one night

And three weeks

Nothing is easy

Nothing is for sure

Let's not make of love

something dishonest.

I want to be prudent

And always be correct

I want to be constant

And always try to be sincere

And, we want to run away

But we always don't know how.

Your eyes

don't tell stories anymore,

don't bear neither fruits nor flowers.

And, the sky is not that beautiful and silver anymore

And, what I used to be before, I am not anymore

And, I have nothing to remember

The saddest thing is wishing well

someone who doesn't know how to forgive (you/someone).

I think I'll always love her

But, I just don't want her anymore.

It's not a wish, it's not longing.

Sincerely, it's not even truth.

I know the reason why you ran away

But, I can't understand it

I know the reason why you ran away

But, I can't understand it