La mia poesia [English translation]

You were the one for me—

alone and only mine.

I felt only you.

I spoke only to you.

There was no wind to carry you away.

You were my poetry—you were my poetry.

A poet, a poet,

a poet I felt myself with you.

And I sang the most beautiful things—

the greatest and sweetest things for you.

I spoke to the moon—

I spoke to the stars—

to everything about you.

And the most beautiful dreams in the world

in the depths of your eyes—

I searched for them with you.

A poet, a poet,

a poet I felt myself with you,

and I sang the most beautiful things—

the greatest and sweetest things for you—

to your genius, to your genius.

You were a poem, my poetry...

...to your genius, to your genius.

You were a poem, my poetry—

you were a poem, my poetry—

you were a poem, my poetry...