I go through the world aimlessly,
I neither feel sorrow, nor I feel love,
I am the ghost of my own past,
I am one of those soles that God forgets.
I had a love that was my life,
it was my madness, my adoration,
but even bigger was my torment,
when she, cruelly, abandoned me.
Today, whoever comes is very welcome,
and if she wants to leave, let her go,
that today, others may come, others, and others,
that today, whoever comes is fine with me.
I'm not one of those who being alone
want to kill themselves or to avenge their love,
on the contrary, I do bless her,
for that love she once gave me.
If one day I would find her with someone else,
and she would cry to me begging for love,
I would forgive her 'cause, in the end, she would be
what, in my life, the others are.
Today, whoever comes is very welcome,
and if she wants to leave, let her go,
that today, others may come, others, and others,
that today, whoever comes is fine with me.