Mi rubi l'anima [English translation]

I write in my notebook,

'It's all but lost time and you,

you're beyond the sea and me,

I have nothing but you

here inside my soul'.

I unpack my bags,

and I call my friends and then

I still have to study and me,

I'm looking for you

in those pages.

From tomorrow onwards, everything will always return,

the people, the traffic of the city.

I no longer want to love like this.

How I'd like to hate you,

to hurt you as well but

I would only like to have you here with me.

I no longer want to love this way.

Me without you,

what life is it?

Every night I go out and you're there looking at me

from that picture by the sea and me,

I'd put you inside a box.

I've been called

by the one who never lets me go,

but if I loved her, perhaps I

could forget you with her.

After the holidays,

how much will we talk about them,

some light stories from our age?

I no longer want to love this way.

I even want to joke,

not to overdramatise but

the more I talk, the more I see you here

with me.

I no longer want to love this way.

Me without you,

what life is it?

I no longer want to love this way.