Planes are to the sky
As ships are to the sea
As the sun on the horizon in the evening
As it's true that I don't want to come back
To an empty and quiet room
Where I wait for a far away lover
And I comb my thoughts with a glass in my hand
Those of you who've seen her leave
You can say how wretched she look
How much wind she had in her hair
Whether she laughed or wept
The morning when she took the train
and sitting by the window
She saw Italy pass at her feet
Playing cards with her own destiny
Now, it's known, times change
Love and sadness come and go
Somewhere there is a warmer room
There surely is a better man
In the meantime I wrote more songs
They rarely talk about her
But it's not true that I lost her
That I've forgotten her, as people say.