Notte [English translation]

The night is painted in the pink and in your arms Is sleeping another one.

The night is a white pillow,

The source of dreams for every child.

The veil which covers love

Praises the silence, hides the pain,

Sets free the most greatest thoughts

Which live deep in the heart.

The night is a sad poetry, two notes on the moon

Which slip away.

Songs of poor hearts which have lost

Love and stayed alone.

It is a great silence when they stay alone.

The night is an enemy of yesterday's dreams

And it is not the innocence any more neither love

And a black friend of crying and pain.

The night is a sad poetry, two notes on the moon

Which slip away.

Songs of poor hearts which have lost

Love and stayed alone.