Pensando a cosa sei [English translation]

I—when I think of your eyes

that won my day,

I feel something inside,

and if I lived for a hundred years,

it would make me die.

Love, love, love, love, love.

But when I think about what you are,

about what you invent with every moment,

I feel something inside,

and if I lived for a hundred years,

it would make me die—

and retrace the road

that leads me to you.

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I feel something inside,

and if I lived for a hundred years,

it would make me die.

Love, love, love, love, love.

But when I think about what you are,

about what you invent with every moment,

I feel something inside,

and if I lived for a hundred years,

it would make me die—

and retrace the road

that leads me to you—

that leads me to you.

Love, love, love, love, love.

Love, love, love, love, love.