Quello che volevo [English translation]

It was the time of spring

but summer was what I wanted.

A white dress on dark skin

seemed to be all I wanted.

At last, another summer ends

but autumn was what I wanted.

The exact time to restart.

The fresh air I longed for.

That way, I was ready for a new autumn

but winter was what I wanted.

To sleep better and a good red wine

was the only thing I asked for.

But when I lived through the cold of winter,

spring was what I wanted.

Bare legs and walks under the sun,

the things I waited for over a year.

In the frenzy of youth

to be old was what I wanted.

The experience and authority,

the true wisdom I aspired to.

But when I reached old age,

to be young was what I wanted.

The unawareness of those who can wait,

the last request, my respite.

This way, thinking of what I lost,

I was never what I wanted.