Un ragazzo come tanti [English translation]

A guy as many laughs alone

But what is there in his eyes?

A light in his senses

Which he barely, barely touches,

he can't hold it, he can't understand it

Then he notices me

And takes his heart between two small great hands

I won't speak to him

I won't say to him hello

And maybe that's good

I understand that if my tomorrow won the fear I have about me

I would call him

I understand that if my tomorrow meant to sacrifice nothing

I would love

I would love

A guy as many writes a phrase

Which maybe tells about me too

I won't read it, I won't rewrite it

And maybe that's good

I understand that if my tomorrow won the fear I have about me

I would call you

But I think that if going away from here took off all the nails on your hands

I would leave

I would leave

But to where?

But to where?

But to where?