If this is a song
with which you can speak
if on this May night
I think of listening to you
Certain little voices that
sometimes go to the heart
in these moments
with the air that moves
I know my life
and I've seen the sea
and I've seen love
to be able to talk about it
But on May nights
the voice of a song
can not be enough
to let yourself go
Love on that train
that is already returning
love without regrets
and without comparison
That you know your life
but you haven't seen the sea
and you don't have love
to be able to talk about it
But it's a May night
in which one can expect more
and if this is a song
with which you can really talk
In this wound
to not let go
in this night alone that
you can not see
And here you can not count
but only remember
I know my life and
I've seen the sea
and I've seen love so close
that I could touch it
But on May nights
the voice of a song
can not be enough
to let yourself go
On the nights like this that
one can expect
if not a song
to be remembered by you
to be remembered by you