Quando l'amore diventa poesia [English translation]

I sing, my love for you

on this night it becomes poetry,

my voice will be

a teardrop of nostalgia.

I’ll never ask you

why you went away from me,

for me, everything you do is fine.

I love you and would like to shout it

but the voice of the soul sings softly, you know it.

I love you and would like to shout it

but this evening I can’t even speak because I would cry.

I sing, the sadness that’s in me

on this night will be a melody,

I still cry for you

even if, by now, it’s madness.

I don’t ask you why

now, you’re no longer mine,

for me, everything you do is fine.

I love you and would like to shout it

but the voice of the soul sings softly, you know it.

I love you and would like to shout it

but this evening I can’t even speak because I would cry.

I love you, I love you.