Sapore di sale [English translation]

The taste of salt, the taste of the sea

that you have on your skin and your lips

when you come out of the water and lie down

next to me—close to me.

The taste of salt, the taste of the sea—

a slightly bitter taste of things that have been lost—

of things abandoned far away from us

where the world is different, different from here.

The time of the days that passes lazily

and leaves the taste of salt in your mouth.

You throw yourself in the water and let me gaze at you,

and I remain alone on the sand and in the sun.

Afterwards, you come back close to me and let yourself sink down

into the sand and into my arms—

and the moment I kiss you—the taste of salt—

the taste of the sea, the taste of you.

And the moment I kiss you—the taste of salt—

the taste of the sea, the taste of you—

of you—

of you.