Un uomo che mi ama [English translation]

I don't know why

on this night, too

I'm here

inevitably, dishonestly,

I'm here.

I come to take love

without ever giving it back

because if you touch me,

if I only close my eyes,

he returns

the tear that I cried

him, my eternal torment.

If he were here now,

you would see all the harm

of a woman who is undone

inside a man who doesn't count,

who takes her heart and stomps on it

and then throws it away

Collect the pieces,

I'll watch you while you caress me.

You, my reference.

You, my immense regret.

If you send me away,

I can't tell you anything

because this time it's me

who deceives an innocent,

a man who loves me,

sincere like yourself,

why can't I want you, why?

Sooner or later, I know,

we'll make love,

you and I,

even if, however,

you will be the one to pay

more than me,

because I could hurt you and I swear that I don't want to

because it doesn't help anything

if I regularly still find

him in all of my thoughts

him, my bitter destiny,

if he were here now then you would understand

that in spite of all logic, loves are unjust

they make you despair

of those who can hurt you

and trample love

from those who know how to love, like yourself,

you who has never disappointed me,

you, who never gave up

because you keep me here

to give me affection,

only at risk of drowning in my sea of sadness.

But perhaps it's exactly this

that makes you great.

Why can't I want you, why?