La ballata dell'amore [English translation]

Love, love, love, love, love—

everything has already been said about this love—

but yet everyone still has something to say—

those speaking from the heart—

those speaking with new words.

Love, love, love, love, love—

to listen to everything that is said,

it seems that the only people who are around,

other than of great love,

think of nothing.

Who has made love the greatest thing?

Those who see it only as a game—

those who have lived their most beautiful days in love—

those instead who only end up in despair.

Love, love, love, love, love—

unfortunate love, they are always seeking you out,

they talk about you too often,

me for once,

I will say nothing.