Under the mantle of the crepuscular light,
when the sky starts losing its color,
I stay alone with the foamy waves
that send me their rumor.
Not a little boat afar to be seen,
neither a white dove over the sea...
Only me, remembering the affair that is gone,
the affair that, in her loving arms, I enjoyed,
under the rose-colored mantle
of the crepuscular light.
Looking at the sea I dreamt
that you were next to me.
Looking at the sea I don't know what I felt
that remembering you, I cried.
The happiness I lost
I know it will come back,
I know it will come back to me
when I'll be looking at the sea...
Under the mantle of the crepuscular light,
when the sky starts losing its color...
Looking at the sea I dremt
that you were next to me.
Looking at the sea I don't know what I felt
that remembering you, I cried.
The happiness I lost
I know it will come back,
I know it will come back to me
when I'll be looking at the sea...