Tenerezza [English translation]

I am not yet a man.

You are such a woman.

You have only much tenderness

and you never talk to me about love.

You are forbidden for me,

but I love you always more.

You know only how to give me tenderness

because I am too young for you.

You are the culprit.

You are cold reality.

I miss you and so I cry for you.

I am not yet a man.

You are such a woman.

You have only tenderness—

an illusion—nothing more.

You know only how to give me tenderness

and you never talk to me about love.