Not you, not you, not you,
you can’t go away,
you mustn’t go away,
not you, my love, no.
Even if I hurt you,
even if I exasperated you,
not you, not you, not you.
I’m at your disposal
for life and for the heart,
not you, not you.
Not you, my love, no.
Do you remember Macrovio street?
Sometime you were happy,
not you, not you, not you.
We sat in the garden,
you listened to me lovingly,
not you, my love, no.
You who know everything about me,
you who have my trust,
not you, my love, no.
Not you, not you, not you.
Yes, I know that I have nothing,
yes, I know I let you down
but you, my love, you
have loved my silences,
you understood my stories,
not you, not you, not you.
The millions of renunciations
that I made you bear
I paid dearly for them.
Not you, my love, no.
It’s difficult to understand each other,
it’s difficult to help each other.
I know, it’s my fault,
I never did anything
to carry your life
but, you must know,
I no longer know what to do,
I don’t understand this life,
not you, my love, no, not you.
Not you, wait, no.
If I don’t know how to make you happy,
even if I go on with my drinking,
not you, my love, no.
You must stay close to me
because I’m finally outside,
not you, not you, not you.
I must have given you something
if you’re looking at me with those eyes.
Not you, not you, not you.