With this face of a stranger,
I am but a simple man
even if to you it will not seem so.
I have eyes as clear as the sea,
capable only of dreaming
whereas now I no longer dream.
Half pirate, half artist,
a wanderer, a musician
who steals just about as much as he gives.
With this mouth that will drink
at every fountain to be seen
and perhaps never to stop.
With this face of a stranger,
I traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
It took the sun of summer
and a thousand women in love
to make me grow up.
I did wrong openly
and at times I also suffered
but without ever crying.
And my soul, yes you know,
will end up in Purgatory
barring a miracle before then.
With this face of a stranger,
on an abandoned ship,
I have arrived at you.
And now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera,
of this ageless love.
You will be queen and will reign—
the things of which you dream
will become reality.
Our love will last
for a short eternity
until death comes.
Our love will last
for a short eternity
until death comes.