Se chiudo gli occhi [English translation]

How difficult it is to write down an emotion—

and thus a song cannot describe love.

If this world were another star,

more brilliant and less sure of itself,

then even our story would make sense.

If I close my eyes, your face is here in front of me

and my hands wait to hold you,

imagining when our gazes

will find themselves again with nothing between us.

Tell me if you think about that night in September—

do you ever want to cry and run away,

to no longer think about it—to no longer think about me?

What is life if not an opportunity to hope?

So this song will be a chance to remember you.

Just as the earth sometimes gets lost in the embrace of the moon,

so I wish it were so between the two of us.

If I close my eyes, your face is here in front of me

and my hands wait to hold you,

imagining when our gazes

will find themselves again with nothing between us.

Tell me if you think about that night in September—

do you ever want to cry and run away,

to no longer think about it—to no longer think about me?

If you really want to renounce us,

at least take this song—

it might help you recognize love, my love.

Tell me if you think about that night in September—

do you ever want to cry and run away,

no longer to think about it—no longer to think about me?