Lucy, Luce,
this name is a hope that hurts,
it's a sweet wound that does good,
does good and it hurts.
Lucy, Luce,
while you sleep and hold another hand
I'm soaking the pillow with (my) tears
for you, Lucy.
I wonder if you know that you're hurting me,
if you still meet me in your dreams.
I wonder if inside your black eyes
trembles a tear thinking of me.
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I wonder if you know that you're hurting me,
if you still meet me in your dreams.
I wonder if inside your black eyes
trembles a tear thinking of me.
Lucy, Luce,
while you sleep a bell is tolling,
a heart is slowly dying
for you, Lucy,
for you, Luce.