If during the day I am able not to think of you
at night I curse you,
and when finally dawn arrives
there's only emptiness around me.
At night you appear (as being) immense,
in vain, I try to grab you,
but you amuse yourself by tormenting me,
at night you make me crazy.
The night
makes me crazy, makes me crazy.
And your voice cuts the darkness,
where to find you, I don't know.
I see you and hope returns:
I love you so much still.
For an instant you reappear,
you call me and hold out your hands,
but my blood becomes ice
when, laughing, you walk away.
The night
makes me crazy, makes me crazy.
The day shines in complete peace
and your image disappears.
Happily, you meet the other one,
that other one that makes me crazy.
The night
makes me crazy,
makes me crazy,
makes me crazy.