It's not a crime if I dare to say
I grew up covered with kissing,
love was like a river
which rocked me in the cradle.
All that, it is not said, it's only hinted at,
I've known this lover who said not one word.
Tell me if it's necessary to suffer, to be in pain to tell him,
I who didn't suffer, must I be silent?
Tell me if it's necessary to suffer, to be in pain to tell him,
I who didn't suffer, must I be silent?
Tell you everything without telling you a lie,
for me it isn't nothing to say it.
Love was our river
that still runs on my skin.
All that, that should not be said, it should only be hinted,
I've known this lover who said not one word.
Tell me if it's necessary to suffer, to be in pain to tell him,
I who didn't suffer, must I be silent?
Tell me if it's necessary to suffer, to be in pain to tell him,
I who didn't suffer, must I be silent?