Una storia seria [English translation]

You are throwing a smile to me in a café.

You are looking at me but not thinking of me

And you are doing it by habit, you know it.

The words “we”, the words “never”

In this story

Which is lasting a bit itself,

A serious story for me.

And sometimes I'd like

You not to be like this

But a bit more mature, you know it,

A bit more real,

A bit more mine,

A bit more gentle

Like I want,

Us to have less distance,

You to be a bit more loving.

But when a smile disappears,

There comes monotony and the lake of energy.

We are more unrecognizable, lost,

With immovable steps

In this story

Which still trusts you,

A serious story for me.

And I admit to you that I'd like

You to be not like this,

But a bit more mature, you know it,

A bit more real,

A bit more mine,

A bit more gentle

Like I want,

That us to have less distance,

You to be a bit more loving.

And I admit to you that I'd like

You to be not like this as you are

But a bit more loving, you know it

Because even a soul doesn't want to be alone, oh, no,

You know it

And now it's flying, it's flying.