Lascia Stare [English translation]

Never mind my opinion

There is always something that comes to hurt me

Rather let down those beautiful hair

And leave your past to the wind

...And do not justify yourself

Look, the things that I say you are not loved

If you must love, you must love me...

Here it is not made, it is not invented

Here the key word is randomness...

I would die...I would die

On your white and beautiful body, I would die

And you know it, God, you know it

That is why you push strong enough to break

And my hear is elastic

And if you push it too far

It returns with more power and it throws away

This I know about you

This and perhaps never anything more...

Few years

That know little

Your life, evicted at the moments,

Also liked to you

You are thinking...elaborating...

And you accompany with the greatest duty that you have

With long and tired steps

Look, the things that I say you are not loved

If you must love, you must love me...

I would die...I would die

You have always a thousand blue bubbles in your heart...

That fly

That settle

On the heads and flowers when they explode, it is you

With the character that you have

You push yourself a little...a little you extinquish yourself

Therefore you are reached with difficulty where you are

This I know about you

This and perhaps never anything more.

I would die

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be