I can't stay still
holding my hands,
I have a lot of things to do
before tomorrow comes.
And if she is already sleeping,
I cannot rest.
I'll make it happen that when she wakes up,
she will never forget me.
Because this long night
will not be blacker than black.
Become big, sweet moon
refills the whole sky.
And to make
her smile come back again,
shine sun, tomorrow morning,
like you never did before.
And then for make her sing
the songs she learned,
I'll create for her a kind of silence
that nobody ever heard before.
I'll wake up every lover,
I'll talk for hours and hours,
let's hug each other stronger
because all she wants is love.
Then let's run among the streets,
and let's start to dance
because she wants joy,
because she hates resentment.
And with buckets full of paints,
we will colour all the walls.
Houses, alleys and palaces,
because she loves colours.
Let's pick all the flowers
that Spring is gonna give us.
Let's build her a cradle,
to love each other at night.
Then let's go up into the sky
and let's get a star for her.
Because Margherita is good.
Because Margherita is beautiful.
Because Margherita is sweet.
Because Margherita is real.
Because Margherita knows how to love
and she does it all night long.
Because Margherita is a dream.
Because Margherita is salt.
Because Margherita is like the wind
and she doesn't know that she can hurt.
Because Margherita is everything,
and she is my madness.
Margherita, Margherita.
Margherita now is mine...
Margherita is mine.