Le tue parole [English translation]

Where the sun goes to die,

Where the wind rests,

There are all the words

Of those who have been in love

And have not forgotten

All that there has been.

And I shall wait for the sunset,

Some time the wind must pass.

I shall let myself be carried

To where the words are born.

I shall look for your words,

I want to bring them back to you.

It is not right that a woman

For fear of making a mistake

Cannot fall in love

And has to content herself

With a story which is always the same,

With a life spent dreaming

Where the sun goes to die,

Where the wind rests,

I have met many people

Who, in a sea of words

And amid utter confusion,

Still hope for a love.

It is not right that a woman

For fear of making a mistake

Cannot fall in love

And has to content herself

With a story which is always the same,

With a life spent forgetting

And has to content herself

With a story which is always the same,

With a life spent forgetting.